Cloverleaf - Pears

From the height of this peak

This crooked path that I’ve toiled along

Betrays itself to me unswerving

Through this wasted land

Stifle terror I’m cradling in

Benign reverence of a nightmare

Don’t pull me out

The climax comes

The leaves of this clover ablaze, I must burn!

Fluid in tongues through accelerant lips

Forged my own signature on my own permission slip

I grappled angry

Would not let go

Cathartic subjugation

I have come to know

Dangling like a thread

Over the heads of the children of woe

The credits scroll up and away left with nowhere to go

But departures are arrivals in a certain sense

And the rations I’ve been given have been marked as evidence

Of willingness yet to survive

I want to want to die

I want to want to die

I want to want to die

I want to want to die

But I don’t!

From a mind under mire

The sputtered patterns of endless thought

Will strike the artist as self-serving

As ugly as it appears

The implications hyperbole

Familiarity unnerving

Powerless to change what I can’t see

To thumb through a manual inherently losing my place

A myriad of options

Incisions to make

Give me a moment