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]

Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008

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