I I March

Words fenced neatly

rows, points, commas,

between. No release hover

anywhere. dates here

tediously hover in the middle.

I I march lonely

souls must grow.

in my room there

lives in the imagination,

and something else.

I may have my best

Sometimes I write.

between the sentences

I try to pound the whole world.

It shall not stand,

does not do it, even anyone else.