labyrinthine confusion
intuition runs about three days ahead of feeling
and for us
there is little love to gentle the edges of this land

but
I am seeding these dark fields
and in time they will yield
and I too will yield

but
I will never forgive
that
awkwardilltimedheadupyourass lecture
downward delivered
upon my outraged silence

I've been walking around these days without my skin

Joan Woodbridge

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-fields/