deliberation

it all happens

deliberately

even random shots

caroming off bumpers

have some impulse

driven into them

by some driver

someone with a pointed stick

ready to

make a decision

regardless

so when you look at me

sideways

lips pursed

I know what mine is

regardless

and I begin to be deliberate

in the deliberation

of my anarchistic freedom

into some kind of surrender

a giving up of control

just as I realize I never had it

really

because

this has always been a shared delusion

and once shared

I

am
shy

 

 

David Trudel    © 2013

 

 

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