there

too tired
to think even
if it fits into
the only time
to think more
than is possible
as you scribble
frantically to catch
the final breath
before hubris
slaps you sharply
and you wonder
why you cringe
beneath what you
say to hide what
you want to say
so you leave it
there unsaid
on the edge
of the margin
before the pen’s
wet nib sets
like a kiss
onto the accepting
surface of the page

(December 8, 2013)

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