Must doubt creep into the alley attempting to reframe a dream?
How many times have I, will I need to jump over this fence?
Doubt is not an anchor. More a current.
Perhaps a signal I’m on to something.
Who do I need to walk the dark alleys with me?
Which alley shall I avoid?
Every fence has a gate.
Don’t shoot out the last street light.
Brake the old frames.
Unending work, uncertain work
On myself and for others.