Between the white knuckles

I stare

Fleeting, boundless thoughts

Controlling censure

Islands breathe life

But no longer can I keep competing

Something more general divides my concentration

All of my own hesitates

Bracing for control

In tune with the obvious

Every decision seems lost

My dreams seem more fake

By the time there's an explanation

They are floating away

I want them back--

Give them life

Before I was broken

Enslaved in a better purpose

You made yourself known

Remaining with within the shelter of the obvious

May you see through my hands

My eyes open