Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione.

someways I feel trapped by our love
walls inexplicably planted by unmentionable time
time summer moon spring sun winter clouds
sometimes staying is evening and leaving is morning
the promises of cities blacken and enlighten
light hallway bulbs tv shows nightstand lamps
somedays leaving is calling and staying is mourning
pressure catatonia paranoia months and months and
(months and months and months and years
and) number taking score keeping rule setting
avoiding the voice because the voice seeks to call
circumspect maneuvers acrobatic in nature
descriptive of the nature of bitter conversation
the hawk the field mouse blaming each
for conduct unsporting (dark corners daring
) somewalks break spirits without sweats
days make nifty cells, nights make blatant well
breakfast loves and unsporting suns
each day harder and harder to break
plant hammer summer sing drummer runner
somemorns come fast and some breaks come hard
walls inexplicably
someways I feel

-Thomas Hardy Mann III