let us
hide, hide, hide from our hearts! :
put up a wall of invisible solitude -
- bricks of logic and
mortar of those curious questions
swimming with concrete answers.
build it! high, thick, wide.
let nothing escape! from
that pulsing demon and
let none
fall under its spell! :
against all odds, assure your own
safety, for the heart surely does not nurture
and does not provide;
but sparks the change that will leave
your head
spinning
and your lungs expanding
with no words forming to
release the gasping cry.
Morgan Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wall-of-the-whirled/
