It surrounds
Confounds
Stays so close
Familiar yet
Unfriendly
If there is
An artist’s way
Surely it resides
Outside of this
This
Prevailing heavy
Eyes lowered
Spirits shy
Tempers triggered
Every night
Press an impression
On the mind
Dress the concession
Left behind
Truth
Why are you
Oscillating
From view
Oh, that’s me
Swinging past again
Small wonder the blur persists
Yet every time I reach
And trip
And fall
We’re face
To face
Be clear my heart