Punctuated by a sudden stillness?
Surely not right?
But the doctor, the doctor,
The black-coated doctor
Says it is true
If you don’t
Stop.
Oh, we never thought it would come to this.
Stranded in a wet desert.
Can you stop?
So insular.
Will you open to me? Could I stand it?
You made weak by the strength
(not strength)
Of your friends.
Can you stop?
Your hands not on the wheel,
Not on yourself.
Stillness
The leafy stillness of Commonwood Rise
Punctuated by your outer shell,
Hard on the outside;
Softness? Not you!
Only I know
I know what I know what I know
And praying for you:
God, please don’t let it be too late.
As your body beats on, a time bomb,
With only you inside.
(1991)
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