I do not come to you again.
I do not lay my burdens
at your most comely door.
I do not express my profound
fears or simple
curiosities, impassioned poetry
for your derisive dismissal.
The web encloses on itself,
twisting tighter, ‘til unaware of
sensation beyond applause.
I insist! Challenge of aberrant expectations.
Unsatisfied by driveling prattle
or patterned response, I demand!
Yet, I do see eternal truth in the fallacy.
I cannot demand that which
Sunshine Spacechild wizened into
Norma Jones trading in
new age catechism.
Wax white candle
displays exhaled aspiration.
Speak of faith’s fragrance
dependent on light.
I do not burden you with shadows.
I glide into mine without apology.
Here, beneath, I sing
I no longer offer you my dreams,
nor ask for yours.