All my dreams obscured by the necessity of bread.

A possible tomorrow in superposition
the poetry of life lately distanced and veiled,
the world is ill in a temporary affliction.
Yet still, under the torment of rain intrepid seeds
strengthen
and audacious prayers
are sent toward heaven:


Hear our cry.


And lo I rest, now fore to toil
all my dreams obscured by the necessity of bread.


The arrow of time flies forward and on
today's harvest becoming
the remains of
a bygone
season.

Yet another for M

If for too long I am left to my ruminating solitude, I become my own prisoner in a cage of redundant thought. Behind every corner lies a shadow, every intention is cruel, But one word from you and I believe in tomorrow. I remember to handle humanity with a gentler hand. You're not a breath of fresh air you're what freshens it. All the utterances of love I have are for you alone. Without filter, without condition, subject to none. The only way you could harm me is if you were no longer to be the human you so beautifully are.

I'm not interested in love. Not the way you say it. You make it look so heavy. I only saw love clearly once, and in a moment it was gone. If I always try to hold you then how will you ever grow? How can I see who you are when there is someone I need you to be? Beyond the fear of loneliness and the prison of expectations its a joy to be alive.