Terrible The Knots Poem by David Floren

Terrible The Knots



From closed nets of thoughts,
Their sterile,
Sad surmises,

To crow’s nests of oughts
With feral,
Glad surprises,

The mind’s blood clots
As heart’s
Doubt rises.

Terrible the knots
That hobble us
In disguises!


[6-4-05 Berkeley, CA]

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