impotence
the boulder crashes down the mountainside,
uproots trees, makes the earth shake like a sick
body, comes to the valley between two
peaks, stops. we only exist in crisis,
on one side of newton's third law, haunted
by the ghost of the lowest coward. i
know i will wait forever; the signs are
far too bright and garish to ignore. the
new day begins with a finger lightly
covered in spit and held up to the sky,
a hope ever-fainter that this morning
shall at last bring the great wind from afar
to remove nail from board and skin from bone.
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