There is a curve
Through which I know I must pass
There is no straight line ahead of me
And I am lost without an absolute.
I am so inauthentic
Claiming to embrace chaos and the unknown
That’s just one more lie
On top of all the others.
Fingers tap on my keyboard like electric shocks
Because if I am untrue then my words are untrue
And for that there are consequences.
Write what you know
Yet when that is fragile
Truth atop a razor blade
Impaled before finally toppling off its edge
Whose life ends up on this page?
I can erase the past and create the future
With these strokes
But the present turns too sharply
And remains unwritten.