Knees, Don't Grow Groggy! Poem by John Sensele

Balances and instances in circular circumstances of a devotion dance
On a nightmare-denominated night
Forsaken when spoken symbols dissolved the distance
In the brace, face, space and surface of friendships in flight

From a past I cast away
Far away from the soft centre
Rendered vulnerable in a way
I can no longer countenance as I enter

A brand new year, nurturing bigger dreams of a fertile future
Teeming with possibility and opportunity
In my profession, home, culture
If my subconscious mind and conscious mind synergize at infinity

To harness my full potential
Turning the corner, tearing apart the fear
That freezes my spine at a crucial
Moment when down my cheeks for weeks dances a tear

I struggle to suppress despite the race
Pitting hunger and anger in my hangar
Where my quest to wrest from stress
Rebuking the rumour monger

I hold responsible for halting happiness
That's mine
Supplying sadness in doses of emptiness
Spinning my kaleidoscope into detectable decline

Although I pluck up courage
Buckle up
Brace for a bruising battle as a barrage
Of courage all at once from my parched mouth snatches a cauterized cup

To retrieve my crucial key
To my world of providence possibilities
As I swagger to the quay
Leaving far behind all notions of hostilities

I thought would never leave alone
To bask in the bliss
I masticate far away from ringtones of the smart phone
To earn a French kiss and a share of friendship fleece.