one problem with control

reins tighten the bit hard
in the mouth to give direction
to the words before they can
form to a cloud of meaning
within their own ambiguities
where one’s thoughts translate
through a permeable membrane
a separation from one to one
but no separation as definition
as can be discerned along a line
of clarity for a length of time
to open a space where one forms
enough solidity to call us home
through the slow descent of dusk
(June 2, 2013)

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