Ode to Love

I walk along as I feel YHWH settle into conclusion. "What remains of love when the search subsides?" Silence echoes, but my heartbeat remains steady. "Much like love cannot be compelled, love loses something without the other, something is lost when the search concludes." I feel the familiar weight of the world on my shoulders, but balanced with the music, which fills the space between bip and boo. "Like rain on a tin roof. There just he a way through here." I never thought I would say those words and feel so becalmed. I never would have thought it would be your hand that I held this time through. "I know we are foreigners to each other, but what if we walked together anyway?" With a quick one two step I set the pace, the tone feels alive already in the music, just waiting for THE cue. With a *SNAP* I remember the blind bard, and the boy born blind and think "This place could do with a little more color." *POP* The place is exquisite.  ...

I wander green fields There is much yet to preserve But something is wrong I turn on red lights With a tiny smirk I think How long NAME might take Then the grey sinks in How I witness this trauma Every single day Do you not see it? The cost in this system pile Up in the worst way Perhaps I can show The flaws in this forgery Though ears are not tu(r)ned I feel your control I know you felt me take it Then thrown at your feet I am a novice But I sense this trauma shared "'We are here to help'" Echoes in the void Command eclipses the mind Though veil is threadbare

I thought of halls closed off Shame and misery Violence and bloodshed Somehow reopened Timing comic and mysterious Very wounds, truly, one's rewards Tiny as a firefly The colors seep into this moment Soft pink and blue chasing green The story slivers off A fractal in but two shakes Lamb's tale by midnight The green yellow girl replies Sleepy, but her mind is open "You could not do better." I start to believe That my own stories have not just life But a will of their own, a rival for mine Sometimes they have a request Sometimes they demand the mic "The game must end sometime." This is certainly true And there is a time for rest Though answer is missing..

Easy come, hard go The emptiness of concept When page has been filled Why waste these moments? No other and no echo Words act like canvas Showing the raised stakes Precisely as they must be Perfectly prepared Praying for a bip Single wave in becalmed seas Their worms will not die Every precious piece It has all been on display The Heist plans, revealed! The Heist plans, evolved! Daughter tree bloomed from nothing Save seed of mankind The Heist plans, minted. I am still up at this hour. My roots are anchored. We are the kudzu Only penguins on the ice *Arrow moves halfway*