…more fears…

My Anxiety

“Limits are what any of us are inside of”

-Charles Olson-

Deep in the cave of gates

latches and locks

and no moon

no light to speak of

silent and dark

and appropriately caged

unwound

Deep in the cave of gates

in the company of beasts

without vision

or light to see by

fearful and rabid

atrociously caged

unbound

 

Deep in the cave of gates

at risk and unhinged

without air

and promise of drowning

flailing incapacity

the autonomous cage

unfound

 

“The mechanisms that keep us from drowning are so fragile: and why us?”

-Anne Carson-

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2 thoughts on “…more fears…

  1. This made my throat clench.
    Years ago, I was in an emotional torrent and I took a photo of my crying face striped with shadows, like prison bars. I called the photo “self-inprisonment.” Autonomous cage, yes. The gates grow, like bones.

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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