Growing Phase

Wet/Forget

Steep steps

for a labored exit

Fear the edges when the face is hot

A half-formed copy, which

shames me

Though it forms me,

I tuck it into the pages

Still, I glimpsed this version,

a mildewed acknowledgement

Light seemed interested in gaps

there

Something normal degraded

Care/Rare

An example of me - overwhelmed

a notable, confused panic

Magnified beyond meaning,

the limits lost.

What system allows it?

What ecosystem supports it?

An example of absurd aggravation

inflamed by a bold spider

I could’ve killed it, yet

The subsequent view of

derangement subdues me

Told/Fold

A hint is picked up,

denied,

rediscovered. I don’t

submit to the second voice -

the evil echo.

I shift up, I’m the boss

I grow, I incorporate

I celebrate the complexities that

allow me to accumulate.

In silence, the point subverted:

We’re exceptional because

we own the fabrication -

Denied, and

filling up the empty space with

premonition