There is no room
for doubt
in your lizard’s skin
around & round &
around you spin
a spider’s web of hope
that year by year
grows heavy dust
of shredded tear.
There is no room
for doubt, with lock.
& key your bars you keep
a tarnished ray of
teenage dream.
You hold your world
so tight: its calloused
up your mind, you ratify
a break out clause,
that sleeps.
There is no room
for doubt, each year
& day you rip away
the martyr’s cry,
your baby’s sigh
that wedding day,
you multiplied by three:
now shadow’s fade
on spider’s nest
of rotted prey, (that’s me!)
There is no room for doubt
but destiny is shouting
in your ear:
& now it’s time to listen.
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