Within the Stop

I am caught within the stop---of breathing out and in;
The inhale of the masculine
---The evaporation, feminine

In relief, I see the cunning---Acting like a carefree child,
Powers hidden, false submission; Never lifting mental finger
Ever harboring the winner
Oblivious sinner

But no, just taking oxygen, in itself, is not enough
To know of right and walk around, Rot to grunts and cynicism
Comfortable aphorisms
Is a prison

But here the load exceeds my strength---
The endless weight of all conundrum;
Pockets empty --And the face
of starving children

And still, to work---and still, to think---
to travel dark unprocessed roads,
to still decide, and still, to act
and erring,
own it

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