Doubts Like Broken Strings

A thousand times a thousand
Doubts broke their strings
And fell off my tripping feet
Trying to weigh me down like forgotten luggage
In the empty station of late
Trains and dreams
Without arrivals, without destinations
Only they did
Not succeed and after that fail
I dead-lifted the mountain of weight
Less fear and rose again
To roar and soar
Out of down down downtown
Into the effervescent air
Of there and tomorrow and thanks
For this season of cheers


(TCF 2020)

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