Turning Points
A Poem
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1 min readMay 22, 2020
No you will not end up
in Tartarus
if you begin to swivel here
Giving your direction
leave to run
has been an exercise in following
Mired to this casualty
roughed up around the nerves
strapped into suffering & trying to determine
who runs the ride
Banal footsteps
take place away from bars
& other slips of the tongue
Said you’d be sentenced
to saying a song with me
but went off dancing towards the horizon
Still
scared & pacing
pulling apart this room like it was a heart
your golden image
chooses this moment to leap
J.D. Harms 2020
