Brawl, part 2

buried inside True You knew all along

your primal clarion call, unbegun

now cogent but stalled by grim Blocks

squatting nested in your mind

ever obsessively ruminating

doubting

defeating, in

garbling self destroying wordy words

murmuring their crud

shrinking you into a quivering

quite almost a slumping

until Wild Love swoops in on you

flustering your nonreality

rousing you, but Blocks too

True You strikes “Get out!” to Blocks

Blocks strikes the same to Wild Love

the blows leaving you dazed

True You lays low

tacitly rooting for Wild Love

awaiting ripe moments to re-emerge

you know exactly what you need as

winter winds whirl chills up your bones

stiffening your motion

debilitating your being

Blocks ushers in a dreadful melancholy

dusk nearly ebbs as

Wild Love delves further in

a wild night ahead

paths crossed by broken branches

clear vision untangles bleak confusion

in tenacious fits & starts

Blocks coughs up crud in duff

moonshine cuts through thick clouds

an old voice rises

you recall as your True own

who will now walk with me

(and from whom will I walk away?)

as companion soothing the squall

of this collapsing dying world?

True You senses remnant recourses

snowstorm reveals Wild Love tracks

but only you get to decide whether

to save yourself in the pouring down