Tight reading, tight embrace.
the eye turns unwordly upto a bursting point,
the way the speed skaters circles
around it as if the great text
would serve as mantra.

And if there’s a slip up sometimes,
and the pain hits it like a bolt of thunder,
then the poem reads into it.

Peeks to see what’s inside
the swirling teargas cloud, how
the hostages and hostage takers
cry and cough up their feelings
that’ve been stuck for ages