Wednesday, March 18, 2015



Eloquent darkness of what I didn’t bother to think
the things we make up were there already
stories waiting to be believed
amber and lightning waiting to be analyzed
they were all waiting and here we are
the next thing you think will be the truth
the next person you meet will tell it
how easy things are when you say them
a woman in a white robe walking on the sea
believe nothing trust no one revere everyone
that way you fall in love without the fall
that way the apple leaps back to the tree.