Sunday with Dave: Inflict

The task demands a containment,
fighting in one’s self,
no mercy for the ailing,
think against settling,
just the convergence that loosens,

fall, leave, abandon, duck,
strike, feign surrender,
remember ripples made pointless
still intend when dread busts belief,

the end is not to get anywhere,
let alone sculpt hope,
the claim to develop in one’s sphere,
a close out inviting replacement,

forget the lines or arrangement,
don’t ponder whose status or propriety,
the motion that draws down,
presses clarity,
into an obscurity
bodies fear yet need.

© Dave Arenas “Inflict” 1/22/2009
© Dave Arenas “Inflict” Short Stack Story Time 2015

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