Perhaps the Yeses in the wells are empty

And the sun has evaporated all the Nos

A thousand webs cohered in the air

Waiting to be untangled by you

Drowning within the walls of self

Are you this person?


I have seen,

So many dimmed faces, undecided

Waiting on selves to rescue selves

Afraid to lend the truth to their lips

Hiding their yes and no with a smile

A thing that gates their freedom

Waisting it all to pleasure a second

Bubbling it all up like a homemade bomb

Later, bearing all the fruits of misery it births.

And again are you this person?