When last I fell into love,
I knew all the right things
& therefore said them.
When cast out doley,
I wrote till pen & heart were dry
Nimble now, such a fractured thing beheld.
I am now content to watch,
Peer into a blue that breaks from darker water,
Or cry out, to send inner beasts back into deep wilderness:
It is a composed passion, these things.
For when I first awoke into this life,
I talked like a man, fought like a god
& doing so, watched the world burn.
Upon awakening to the shambles of a new day
I relearned how to grow quiet calm,
subtly pick at the many weeds that reared their ugly heads.
I spoke, therefore I am.
I hated, therefore I am that too.
I love now, and seek a brighter future:
That has made all the difference imaginable.
