life, the bold journey
learning to be oneself…
we bled so alongside our paths
living the divine poetry
each moment
to our next.
the exquisite motion
of our lives
trapped in timeless
dusty book page printed words.
those sentences
they stay hidden in mental darkness,
within our secret bookshelves
feeding our
troubled heads
seeping upward
through unconsciousness,
prodding
tempting us
in admiring formless faces
inhabiting a solemn heart
rattling the door to what we are
that distant hero who lies under
lock and key waiting for his release
shaking him gently so he wakes
within again another paragraph of insight
into his own shattered human psyche.
