It begins with something
we can’t control – and because
we can’t – we recognize
if we try? It’ll win.
We see this. A tyranny of doubt, that becomes
love, if we can befriend it, if we can
not compete with it. Now
that it’s out there!
we’re ever so much in love with life, this psychotherapy,
because we’re runnin’
in cahoots with ourselves. The others,
they never even began –
just a righteous noise…
never heard the drums,
never felt the screams and cries. Consumed by doubt,
they become tyrants – right here, right now –
determined to live in silence.