I’ve lost many days, inert—did
nothing but linger, deserted,
shit, your motion stirred it.
Your magnificence, your soul feels divine,
your energy tense, but a comfort combined.
Never had bad intents, suppose my smoke tires,
in a sense, I rob-her incense,
a prayer of faith in every step i take.
Choices I made—all laid on the path God paved.
Happenstance or fate?
We just walked the same for a moment,
And in that moment, butterflies swarmed my abdomen.
Abandon men’s logic. I tried to catch them,
Set them free, as usual,
But they multiplied faster than my hands could handle,
A paradox, a chaos I couldn’t dismantle.
So I turned myself around,
Fed those fluttering wings within.
Not thinking of how endings begin.
I just hoped your soul was free of pretense
Because now I’m aloft,
I don’t want to descend.
I enjoy the view, though chaos chews on my control.
Sometimes I’m scared I soar so fast,
I’ll skip the fall,
Miss the lesson,
Season skipped,summer stalls, so now snow calls.
Our boat floats, but the wind’s blow could undercut it all.
Would we sink? Or could we swim,
Teach each other how the currents bend?
I think that it’s possible as long as we avoid the sin of ignorance.
Ignorance of love; we Fear it, while it’s speaking clear,