What Do You Mean
& debate begins tension builds the seeking to be right pursued in a world of never knowing I roll over debating my mind I reach out to touch to mine your words your thoughts experiences I do not ask I wait.
You come to visit your hug tight I love you contained in arms you wrap around & I witness your struggle & all that you contain & all that you hold back & your story pours out & I write poetry because poems will provoke questions as I become lost in a maze surrounding
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Laverne, I love the breathless rush of this piece both in form and language, and the title is the perennial question, isn’t it?
Yes, I also love the breathlessness!
“lost in a maze of surrounding”