blind wander

i am stung for
not knowing
but still wander down
a path that
ends in a certain
calamity

against the
testimony of
friends and
family
who whisper failure
and know not my heart

there's is
an act
of moral
usury
lending love
at an unreasonable rate

mine
on the face
is a
foolish withdrawal
against insufficient
funds

i do
against don'ts
more than
i should:
call it my
prodigal path

knowing
and not
knowing
is separated by
a thin
want

to go singly afoot
upon a broken
forest row
that breathes a
whispy air of
defeat

feels better
than being
blown with
all those other leaves
down a cold street
on a sunny day

my loves
do not abide
your own prejudices
against
those who travel
blind deliberately

they still see
with eyes closed
what they seek
and travel
toward the same
pitching sea

listening
and not listening
but not uncaring
leave them
to their
sails