Wind Tunnel

Is your fear of being loved

As great as mine? Are you

as tired? 


There are many reasons

Not to

Just want to

Beat you to

The punch

Don't want to

Take you by

Surprise, or fail

To deliver

Anything promised

Or inferred


Even I

Don't know

What I am

Not Monster, per se

More subtle, a sinking

An encompassing, a

Thicket of fog, blanket of noise,

a small, dark, stain


& Your hand, though brave, is no knife

Though you try. Over and over you reach

Through and grasp              nothing, see?

I reach back

Even though -