Along A Path

When we walk along a line,
The retreat is a loving gesture;
Inside we have entrails, only to love,
So that enticement reduces us.

Open the winning races,
Beginning is like ending,
I face the enemy with speed
As the next life queries us.

Lines and more lines produce
Internal doubt, for more shouting
Incites me to write a perfection,
One finds it again and again.