I think I comprehend the incomprehensible, the reprehensible, I think.
I guess the fog plans to stay and behave as more than a mere misbehaving vapor, I guess.
Certainly courage or cowardice or the wordless touch of one true friend will keep me from certainty.
I live on a lonely block
Hope and Delusion my only neighbors
They never talk to one another
Something about a falling out many millennia ago
So I, the conciliatory soul, am the go-between
And am making much progress
Sometimes they loan me sugar
All-too-willingly, it seems
But I gotta pay it back quick
Else they threaten all-nighters
Dissonant music at full volume
“Is it worth it?” I often ask aloud
They reply in unison, of course
May someone cause you
The calmest touch
May someone draw you
The deeper still
May someone hear you
The never before
It would take ten thousand tyrants, a village of villains and one hell of a heartless hedonist
To tread where you trod
To do what you did
To throw away this
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 9
Breath like a storm
