I will acquiesce;
Letting open the door to
That messy room – overstuffed
With the undone
And the confoundlings, the hysteric
Children of my mental children in
Constant replication in proportion
To the pattern of uninterrupted issues & time.
They will call to me
For review and release.
Perhaps I will pick one orphan to
Bring to light – to adopt for a time
Till it finds a home.