Metaphysical Diffidence
A Poem

Sketch that sequence again and call them steps or markers. Your crayon life has settled into the realm of wax. Where it is coming from. You take your hair into the foot resting on government and wage yes you based on wage and then couldn’t stop up your amazement at the cost of a slavery. A fortune twisted. An identifiable lapse your argument becomes the man and then doesn’t get any better or any more compromising. But if it doesn’t work, or doesn’t make sense, say it louder: it’s how we make it true.
J.D. Harms 2020
