I Prefer Not To.
each thought, a breath
of restless air
daring to breach realms consequent
separating sound
from silence
bound by ego’s blight
and sleights inferred
surrounding every word
that wanders
out of sight
out of mind
and wayward hope
for rote concurrence
Every thought denied existence
Lingers long in realms of rue
Just as truths untold persist
Subconsciously in shades imbued
To our known ideal of self
We struggle in estranged subdue
What is shown through what is held
Is often not revealed eschewed
On this fickle precipice
Lie all expressions fraught with fear
Hanging on the impetus
Of what impressions wrest our peers
If our minds are left to excess
Overburdened, undermined
Ever will impending duress
Govern what things we may find
Still, with stubborn heads relentless
Silencing the heart’s desire
Suffer as these false intentions
Surface surfeit of our ire
Max, or Not 