Attenuated emotions are lightly dismissed,
as is my attenuated stance.
I do not detest being obscured in a list,
but ideas pour out at every given chance.
Ideas and proposals at every little turn,
stirred up by an awe at the mundane,
escape me, un-channeled, destined to burn
because impulsive devotions aren’t easy to explain.
The air seems to change my intention,
reshaping the words as my voice travels.
So I’m dismissed for my reluctance, without further question
and left as a parcel that never unravels.
Afraid that tugging at the ribbons serving as chains,
won’t untie the knots, but deepen the strains.
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