Am I a good person?

 

ALL SONATA

 

All chooses its occasion
appears tumbling
from the eye
this craft of loving
you, part sleepless,
part sleeper, lost
last laws in
your blink, I enter
conversations’ lens
vitreous humor, striking
once if ever, as liquid
cried out is gone
repetition’s abominable
social puzzle
giving up its last setting
in my getting
you wrong so,
so often

 

Alex Rieser