Reluctant Self-Analysis

Question everything:
the choreography and the collisions
the contradictions and the prophecies

Embellish only like the wild things do
not some fancy breed

Calculate only when it comes to verbs
(Our daily talk is sloppy)

Insert emotions discretely as adjectives
tucked among those expected
by a careful observer of nature and life

Unsatisfied
this analysis reflects my voice within
through a mirror fractured

This is still just a recipe for uneasy artifice

If the words don’t flow out
as water does from an unpiped spring
no tampering
will ever make them right