Tuesday, February 5, 2008

poem, (harm)acrimonious

will it be
the guillotine
the rack
or the applause
of (at least) one person

it could be
any of these
and all
depending on
the platform
onto which i blindly
step
from my cave

i fear
ill or not
careful or not

trembling
even while in this shelter
because
i think
before i
walk forth

apprehension
is nothing more than
extending
the bad part
of what could be
waiting joy
or tar and feathers

and all these reactions
mean
the same thing

i have done
as You want me to do

the only applause i need
is Yours
and that
is a constant ovation

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