You may well
and truly say
that this world
we're both trying
to navigate,
like a stallion
who craves
the staid strictness
of the bridle,
is in pressing
and desperate need
of defining—
that apt, potent arguments
and well-
turned phrases
shall one day tame
the morass
and the tumult
that quixotic and two-
faced experience won't.
with promiscuous
thoughts?
Why stitch a sentence
with the thread
of mixed-up feeling?
Why write down
anything ambiguous
at all?
And in that case,
I only
can sympathize
with the grit it must take
to paddle your mind
down such a sinuous
rapid as this—and,
in clear, direct answer
to the question
you posed
in the preceding
stanza a
moment ago: don't.
