Faring the fight from my wayward run
I run from the fight for you, my son
Dipping and curving and riding the wave
The sun has shied away from the brave
My heart was shelled from within its ribcage
Reluctantly held in a fit of red rage
Fighting and running and floundering away from you
Only to hide what is desperately raw and true
Still, there are moments when one feels free from one’s own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments, one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable: life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only being.
–Albert Einstein
The words can salivate inside my mouth but all I feel is them sweating out
into a pool where I lost my things, which were once a congregation of living dreams.
Cosmic Sway 