Poem: Polar (triggering poem)

 

Polar

 

in a closet,

a place where the curled

reach up from a valley in a psalm,

 

hollow cloth hangs above,

those crucified angels of wool,

effigies of last defense.

 

no mediation for the curled,

here in anxiety’s womb,

this valley in a psalm,

 

so inky, this night,

where lack-of-movement

stalks movement,

where lack-of-movement prowls.

it alone stalks, until dawn,

when a thought might think

 the price of admission beyond the door

is the same as the door.

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10/14/24 ... mods

Depression isolates.  But isolated time is time with the gods.