we are never that far from the answer

the biggest burden is internal.
copper mining, exploitation of mercury,
magnets be damned! the rare elements
of myself that give me courage are discouragingly missing.

what propeller could possibly maneuver
this battalion out of the harbouring dangers?
what anchor needs releasing to lower the weight
and free me of captivity?

to obvious external eyes,
even a pseudo conscious level in here,
it’s apparent.
I know the answer.

I want what I do not have,
and never am satisfied until that is resolved.
and in this case,
I know the resolution is not pretty.

I’d rather be at war
with the metaphors policing my state
than to squelch this opportunity
to revisit past battles of analysis.