Today's poem is by Stephen Berg


Punch your fist mind of a fist through this black wall al-
ways in front of you always the next step you can't
take as you walk into it through it but can't
because it's who you are but can't be do not want
to be nothing but the place where you were are won't
be slam this fist of a fist into the wall that
isn't even here built of the billion nows yous
which when it finally is you finally face it you
pass through like a raw black breath

Copyright © 2008 Stephen Berg All rights reserved
from Cuckoo's Blood
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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