in their mazes,
or fish in the ocean,
so much emotion
is trapped
inside language.
But when we try
to free the anguish
enmeshed in our speeches
or crack the vast
lightness that's
stored in our poems,
the outcomes
are more than a little
lackluster;
for the sprung feeling
can't last where it
doesn't belong,
and it soon
retreats back to the
refuge of its prison—
the only other option
being: certain
suffocation.
