it
was not my intention as to abandon my post it was just too hectic. I see
grandfather as he walks screams while we hope for greater dependence. our
journals filled by letters, our scars wrapped in iron or our ferric dreams too
displaced. by salt for flavor by watts for energy where a Swan is calibrating
chains. such seesawing emotions or such dear alliances where most are debating
the next move. the motion of symphonies the closeness of pains while a
determined friend is uplifting; such scope or bars such deeper feelings while
we write and seem surprised—such whispering darkness as spirit speaks our
promise our battles our beams our pride. by steel to see or pigeons to feed
where a frame has been chiseled; our penalties for anger our negative seas
where positive pleasures seem to contort us. such horror houses or sweeter
music while familiarity seems to deceive us. (I
must explain.) If I feel comfort, I cannot
see clearly, where a wolf might get in. If I feel familiar, I might not look,
where tides might become red. but
you are an engineer, an acrobatic, even an astronaut. where tears are passages,
into leaping frenzies, while joy comes in the morning. so dear to my mind-heart
so extraordinary while we denote a feeling. as architects or agriculturalists
we must design something as it must be human.
