Some Small Impossibility


young men run hard
they beat up their desires
seeking the screaming
of sweet extremity and the reward
of accomplishing some small impossibility

falling out of love
took on a tonality
of bleating caribou
quite different from when you
woke up wanting just to hear her voice

remember when you
were in outer space
or in solitary confinement
your blood would mumble at all hours
complaining about some long-lost purity

retired from stress
you miss it don’t you
like a hawk in the aviary
diving for scampering baby rabbits
from five hundred feet in his mind

going down the stairs
be far more careful
than when you went up
than when you wanted what
you wanted more than anything



About mrsorenson

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