By sin we mean deviation
—from ordained behavior;
By goodness we determine by alignment with behavior
—as measured by equality;
It baffles, it goes astray, it leans into itself.
We would sing it, life as an ingredient, sold inside—following
skies;
Internal basements, wine cellars, discoloration,
With color sacrificed.
To observe motion, to decode existence, to ask God,
waiting on an answer.
Threshed aside tumbleweeds, trekking through marsh,
soggy grasses, tall as lemurs: How do we see?
Making mind tentacles, reaching through oxygen,
clamoring near resistance—to have loved like flame, to have given daybreak,
suffused by nightfall.
Just touching on waves
—just discussing possibility,
feeling differentiated, deeper
emotion.
