the more I think through unthinkable things – the more I think of you
dangerous – I know
the tightrope remains inevitable
hard coded
to seek out delight
but not necessarily to enter
and to stay remains improbable at best
still
I recount significant moments
their vectors crisp in my mind
I attempt to trace their equations
amongst vague crowds of variables
I try to hack through holographic shrines
to seek out my truth
to search for ours
and
I find an image
of your head on my chest
a hand nearby
eyes close
and closed
there were others as well – of course
spinning ablaze around me
receiving me with a naked face
shouldn’t spin this fire to fast
presenting your soul and face
the wind can be cruel and slay
as well as the truth torment
the more I think through unthinkable things – the more I think through you
dangerous – I know
the thirst remain insatiable
hard enough
to find the fountain
of sanctified adoration
and to sip slowly a nearly impossible task
still
I recount significant moments
their vectors crisp in my mind
I attempt to trace their equations
amongst vague crowds of variables
I search a fragile balance
to see veracity
tenacity
and
I find I’m fallen
off the highest cliff
facing the riddle of flight
eyes open and closed
wings open
and close
against the dynamics of fear
and inevitable death
all I have
all we have
the rhythm of breath
the rhythms of life
