poetry: Puddling

wherein always

and never reside

and forever and ever exist

nothing is right

and it's all gone wrong

failure

not enough

everyone’s bad — the lies of victimhood

living death

racing thoughts

in the narrows

beneath a puddle

that was once us

trapped in the infinities

constricting the mind

accept it

listen well and full

dive deep

go long go wide

to secure our release

reforming

out of mud

of muck reborn

tear-dried kiln-fired

into the wild

into the lands of maybe

tomorrow

could be

perhaps

and possibly

solve et coagula

202012