ir

I thrash at my feelings
As if that they were
Refinable, capable
Of being beaten
Into shape

The other world
That lies inside
Shells and shapes
Of motion of locked
Mysteries and blind
Selections - luck
And blind ridiculous judgement.

Stop being ridiculous
I said to myself
And promptly ignored
My own advice,
Pushed the button
Marked for going nowhere

What is it then
That should
Glitch
And Twitch
Inside of me
And inside
Of all the fearful
Shadows