Crooked lines

In form as meandering and curled 
as roads in the woods.
In spirit as tattered and uncharted 
as being matured.

Purge, plea, or pleasure, pass by in shift.
The yearnings for stability persist.
To sit on thy laurels seems apposite,
Yet to dig graves for perceptive pleasure resemble a breach
Of lines bridging the things learned, unlearned.
Alterations to an altercation!
A mind to monopolise!

Fix and fiction,
Cast a blind eye to maturation.
Water the flowers, water down my powers.
Wrap the string of opacity,
For the cementing of neutrality.

Afnan Bintey Helal is a recent graduate in English Literature and Linguistics from East West University.