how to make sense
of this viscous confusion?
it clings
ever so persistently.
although…
we speak in words
this time around.
so many utterances
awaiting recognition.
so much…
metaphor.
and metaphor.
and metaphor, once more.
your words,
and the candor of them.
or…
is that my candor
we speak?
and then again,
who’s speaking, anyway?
and then again,
who’s not?
answer the questions,
will you?
life is burning.
now.
