intensive exploration
of the line between hope and desperation:
when does it become foolish
to want something this badly?
so what if it is an ideal, an impossibility,
implausible at best and
a broken extension of a broken-hearted system:
circulatory, nervous, chronic.
each night another opportunity
to prove myself beneath your hands,
that i am more than a clay
and more than the soil and sea and air are,
a granite foundation, bedrock basalt.
impossibility is too easy
when you range wide as you do;
implausible is necessary, when your feet
find themselves so infrequently at my door.