there's difficulty in naming,
giving power to the demon that
vacates your eyelids, threatening
to tear through them

denial becomes an alluring
alternative, throwing these
thoughts into on-coming
traffic, stuck underneath

wheels that follow these
dashed lines, bounded by
limitations, how easy it would
be to leave collections

of baggage by the road,
never turning back except
to check they're out of sight,
losing insight with each step