Caught between opposing forces
a decision clenched in my hands
When the rock I see on my silk sheets
becomes my task
Entrapped
I can hear how few question morning
or so it seems
When I am resting on the angry seas
outside my grasp

A thorn buried in the middle
disappears into air
again and again
Painting a lonely sensation
found by willing hands
Breath traded when my Rome fell
forgotten in time’s indifference
Small guarantees left bearing
a yielding finger’s friends

Anticipated territory knows not what is nursed
inside of emotions
Stillness feels shame
too late for fortune’s spinning wheel
Caught between opposing forces
measured by man’s own fire
I find I have come back to feed
on the emptiness I feel

The rock I see on my silk sheets
is the first bite I swallow
My own hands
will find this thorn buried in the middle
One by one I will conquer
what clings inside my thoughts
Until these opposing forces
hand over
my acquittal