labyrinthine confusion <br />intuition runs about three days ahead of feeling <br />and for us <br />there is little love to gentle the edges of this land <br /> <br />but <br />I am seeding these dark fields <br />and in time they will yield <br />and I too will yield <br /> <br />but <br />I will never forgive <br />that <br />awkwardilltimedheadupyourass lecture <br />downward delivered <br />upon my outraged silence <br /> <br />I've been walking around these days without my skin<br /><br />Joan Woodbridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-fields/
