is there a way to look beyond

the wall where my questions

lay oblivious to my choices


until they are made.


the quicksand


whether I stand

or strut.


the birds mock me

with the song of their wings.


i drink the murky water,

throw up,

clench my fist

to punch the wall.


but there is no way over

so i sink and

i sink

to go under



the questions reach out

to help – and

throw me a rope –


but it’s a noose

and they have

my neck.


It is my turn


mock the birds




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