After the deluge,
as the waterfall drifts to the ground
each piece never abandoned but lived
a celebration of what was recognition
factor zero but it was not the self
Here in the divide as the whispers
flow from swirling patterns
into a city of deliberation
the false permission of disjunct orbits
the ever returned to dismay
those axon bleeding threads remembered
that creature now released from the cage
slender legs take fragile steps and stumble
into this concrete life, agreements in plaster
mocked by the other self now tasting of soot
and the path becomes traversable
when we stared at the wooden fence
to burn it with vacant eyes
illusions of freedom whispered
but now we can see with both eyes
how distance can never dissolve love
how logic is implicit in decision