I recognize the potential in us
to continuously harmonize
even in the tremor of pain.
Nourished by a chaotic,
brutal wisdom and love.
But, caught by the proud,
the preposterous sound unfolding
and the echos distracting,
until we derailed off a track.
And the love too must take a leave.
We sort of drifted
on many layered waves
moving in opposing directions.
Leaving in the middle -
occasionally
we got in those grooves
that weren’t pleasant,
kind of burnish,
or temperamental.
Extending further,
and further still...
Breaking my feelings
into shards of glass.
Frightening me dearly,
the sharpness nauseating.
Maybe,
this is the punishment
of over-indulgence.
I regularly,
when looking for a reason,
find nothing but a question
bouncing around itself.
No expansion in a tin cup.
Perhaps
Things must fall
and melt away,
so greater aspects unfold
for growth to continue.
However,
It never seems fair
From one side to the other.
But
Shut up is the advice of the wise.
Run your mouth,
then all turns into a sad surprise...