laterlus

I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself

between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,

I feel it move across my skin.

I’m reaching up and reaching out,

I’m reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind we may just go where no one’s been.

We’ll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one’s been.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,

And the circling is worth it

Finding beauty in the dissonance

 

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting

I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing

Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication