This New Confusion


Breaking the horizon line,

one step of a giant,

or a lifetime

of fight and grind.

Settling old debts;

not yet remembered,

what I was trying

to forget.


Reaching out

with more power

than when I first set out,

but that doesn’t keep doubt

from sinking its fingers in.

Maybe I’ll fall asleep again

and make the whole world go grey,

just shades of memories,

’cause yesterday

is only an illusion


by this new confusion.


I have found

a way out of the underground.

I think it might be possible

to live here

without bringing this house down

around my ears.

Crazy times,

but it’s becoming clear;

there’s so much to do

before I disappear.



HG – 2021

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