#warning

 

heights

placed there by adoring sentiments

made to seduce me into the dark embrace of conceit –

removing myself from…

forgetting to remember to honour the muses

who fill me before my pen.

 

it’s a teaching in humility:

this crumpled parcel of longing to reach

above my station

when the ruler of this tiny realm

is the word

knocking me out

tipping me off

when I get too full of myself.

 

(c)

r. l. elke