anticipation overshadows the reward

temptation exists but satisfaction is extinct

a familiar chord tugs at frayed edges

catching and tossing from an odd kind of freefall

buffeting winds that disturb like sonic webs

a familiar desire, convoluted with unfamiliar hesitations

the bridge from the past is semi-permeable

perhaps it has shattered under the strain

baggage clogs the arteries

and blood dilutes the wine with a poison of its own

hearts reel and minds draw shut, silencing the pen

it runs across the paper, muttering discontent

unclear, unable, mute

spinning sonic webs,

the pen is the beast

[an island that waits for the gale]

[winds that surround and suffocate these thoughts]

[the oceans quiets the wind]