Ode to Love

Your hair *wooshes* back While "Self Correcting In Flight" Lives up to its name Each action countered As the arrow travels half Still making it whole Wonder at it all This aerial masterpiece  Made straight by God's hand  Stitching inside out While even the realm inverts Our quivers stay full Never without aim  At rest repositioning A royal edict Measuring rod swapped Hand to hand on down the line Barely de-sifted  Rising from ether Echoing from off the void  Hand tried at design Will you walk with me? Let us automate the rest And focus on Love

A request is heard "Pineapple and BBQ Chicken on Pizza." But who could bring it? The hour here is so late Midnight approaches When Dust of The Word Settles and is blown away And all goes to sleep "One left and returned Her footfalls unaffected When we cross the line." "Have her bring the food  Set protocols beneath her Her eyes will be/are the proof." So she walks this way Each step strode in triplicate  I's dotted, T's crossed When it seems thwarted (It/)Scene resets, starting again Plan most persistent Thoughts and words take form Flesh gained in a unique way That which is, labelled