Pushover

The screaming a broken alarm.
A genuinely even trade.
extremity underscores
the hopes competing
With stagnating gain.
The bandage a covered alarm.
Striving gauntly
And pulling too far.
No compliance to some simple joy
where pangs of hope compel your loss.
The guilt encodes a new assault.
What you can't have must not embrace
your ambitions,
Or your commitments will only be as valid
as the fiction sustaining
the unremitting truth of your eye.

by Christopher Turner

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