for badwords
how did you enter my inner streaming?
merely, me, in a momentary, I wrote of
mixed emotes when lying prone next
to a beloved,
but my inner working you invade,
comprehending my thoughts while processing,
in ways I instant recognition their total accuracy,
yet, how could this be, analysis, so close, penetration,
and yet methodically betraying the processes
that lived live in on,y my inners, where though shared,
one thought, believed, my disguise would go unpenetrated,
and fear to inquire, how your
insights
can penetrate my
insides,
the very tension that drive me to compose,
the very anxiety that must be creatively disposed,
a poem is my explication, a shedding of sensations,,
and in a calculus of portrayal, you relay me to the
outsiders, in ways that leave me, naked, stumbling,
wondering have I gone too far, or not nearly far
enough, how much should I relay, is there a boundary,
wondering through which aperture, which end,
of the telescope, I should conduct, utilize for my
self-examination