the importance of our reaction
and the avenues we take;
It has no bearing at this moment.
But soon, forward looking. It will have it's place.
An overflowing pressure that wills the river crooked,
in the same way that we like to avoid the possible,
the possibilities. With brick and mortar
pasted bound
'round
our legs. Pressure fit with the specificity we've both put in place.
It's a palace, with serfs and serifs. Sans and otherwise.
I mean, is it possible I dreamt it up?
You're not scared, are you? I hope I have the follow through.
I normally write of love, with my palatial remarks. All sideways
and not obvious. I know I'm obtuse, I know that you know I am.
But this time? I write of hope.
I'm not scared of the future, I'm not stuck in the past.
Just be near.
And if you feel so, willing.
