Delicate Ambition

by Renwick Berchild

There is a pressing need
Of overkill, to spread
The self so thin
We pass through walls.

I wonder
At the ways,
At the sways of us,
Lashing against the wind.

3 Comments to “Delicate Ambition”

  1. A Marie…
    I see what you mean
    One day you’re caught
    In a hurricane
    The next day may not be the same
    Be like a wave
    Governed by the Moon

    Go with the flow
    In all you hope to do

    dewey decimo

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