Heighten the hue
concentrate the formula to
black
blind
see
pay attention to the heart
what is it saying?
mixed with the times
realities are stinging.
realities?
maybe these are
illusionary deterrents,
distractions,
to drive one off the road.
off-road
Fear.
Is that what the aim is?
For one to fear?
Fear kills.
attempting to prevent murder welcome rugged discomfort.
The disillusioned truth is
that love is very much like this
sharp in its teeth
blunt when it speaks
high in its peaks
and low ground hugging heath
Sometimes the land
itself drops,
it falls,
tripping beneath its own feet.
I pray that if I reach a cliff in all my walking
that I never see it coming.
if I fall that I streamline as far down as I can
find myself inside of her
my heart
and find
I was heading back to that infinite all
where I was just
one.







