When still waters run deep / The deep can often roil with peril;
Even with functioning eyes / Seeing can never be forced.
At first, the whispers are few and quiet.
Welcome to the future.
no longer a fear-panicked youth
Do they ever stop breathing?
I get tricked by communication more times than I like to admit.
the closer we get to “getting it”, the more there is to “get”.
The thing most true was never true for me / until one day it dawned and ended night.
being real is hard
Then Clarity arrived at once, so Fast
/ Paint with the Rainbow, Life will come at last.
so I seek the balance point / to speak my truth – and listen
How long can that caterpillar stay in chrysalis before it dies and can never emerge?
I need to be where sunlight shines / Its glow transforming – outside, in.
turns out we’re all just dumb animals and talking isn’t really that hard.
everyone dreams of being a superhero sometimes