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Indecision?



Are you afraid

because every day

I wake a new color

and every knight

mounts a star of mine

until it shatters insanely

sending waves of sparks

to ride

chaotic slides

of change?



Insecurity?



Are you hiding

fighting

because

every smile

coveys difference

and every noon

my joy

climaxes

with charisma and goes with ease

from first person

to the conversational tone

of change?



Progression?



Are you confused

because by sun up

I’ve sung

a thousand different verses

a gradient map

of notes

and crescendos

performing a balance

of thought

that implies

stability

melted with

the journey

of change?



Resolution?



Are you enviably

grounded

while I am elegantly

not?

So explain to me

stability

as you would explain

to Quixote.

Is it the tree

that neither grows

nor dies?

Stability,

the brick fortress that

neither restores

nor crumbles?

Stability,

the absence of wind

the presence of nothing?



Stability.

Your mythic lie.

Your honorable quest.

Your mask

for fear

in ignorance.

Fear of

something as simple

as change.

I leave you now

with my pity

and nothing more.