Friday, July 31, 2020

Horizon: Both Promise & Machete

some might disappear where others mystify while others are estranged. by gravel wars so dug into pavement a man carrying earth. (so much sacrificed such lakes scurrying or rich resentments.) someone hears your peril or discusses their own such contention to out-misery life. morning came with decisions, it flows that way, where two sit in their waters; by courage to love, by uneasy vulnerability, made available by emotion; to listen where pain is raw or to exist in a given moment where one might be revealed or might see some part of self, needing some essence of another person. it was indifference to carry through carnage or resistance to insides while a man now hears dreams; so much you have been, or so little we have not shared, while it’s difficult to address our skies; so much my family so much my aches where it unravels a dying machine. it was never for chance as two would build by tiers into unconditional interior. so much to unlatch so warm into sunrise as soaring by firebirds. so much his future as to discover more discomfort while looking at pain waiting to attach to Love. such fallen frames where angst is anger while one must continue to exist. to have embraced love, such to define love, it becomes impossible to forget love. such sunbirds as resting hearts while one is working by machination; to stir into lights where miserable dusty winds as sought despising freedom. life speaks of love life censors anti-love but most of life can’t define fullness. to live in souls to beat as moonlight where knowing Love is solace enough.      

                   


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