With
little evidence, we dismiss a thought, where truth
was
captured. I ponder upon this: To feel truth
unrealized.
Such steepness, open to a sign, surfing a
symbol.
Determine how? outside of hard won facts.
I
ask, unaware, somewhat unyielding. I chased a fly,
wall
to wall, only to open a window. Such a piano, even
a
viola, given light to a shadow. As a lad, I watched
bees,
and dragonflies. If we near a bee hive, we’re libel
to
get stung; we do not ask, “Why have you stung me,”
for
the bee has given up its life. A lion approached for
a
takeover, where an older lion died; cubs were killed;
eventually,
a harem was in heat. Nature is different this
way.
I could love you, surrender you, to love another like
you;
but it’s unborn that I would sting you, to surrender
life.
Things are different this way. In most cases, we do
not
mate the one that has destroyed our love.
