and if i expect your voice
your insinuative phrasing and halation
to quell my malaise
and my terrestrial maze
is that not a leap of faith?

looking inward
there are reels of forfeiture
hands folded
dramamine excuses

this is a habitual scar of mine
miles of fringe
are fractions of the whole
which evade even my most courageous thought

if i can finish one broad stroke
without ulterior motive
it is there that i wish to pray