demons in the hibernaculum

demons in the hibernaculum

the demons i battle in my slumber
emerge from the plathing hibernaculum of my imagination.
i, too, beckon a father's wish
and find it simpler to confess it all
in the guise of wordsmithing.
lines hung like hats along my frecked face
trancend my medium.
out-stretch.
surpassing the subtleties.
over-step my ability to govern interactions.
i want to make physical all the attention.
let it pour between my fingers as barley grains
that i know i can't hold onto.
to be proud.
to say it perfectly.
and to stand alone despite it all.