Maniacal describes the words we share
In this summer wind
We bend over back to entice a laugh
That only you could ever begin
We joke of delight and its delusions
The sorrow in the benign
And as gusts of sweet temptation
Reel us back we howl and cheer
To our unspoken guilt
And prepare to cast off again
The world we lack a pity for
Strikes us hard against the wrist
A teacher to the oblivious
A teacher to them through din
Woe fretted over the details
Pertaining to this daunting foe
A furlong is the distance
Between me and what I must know
I cross the gap by leaping
And falling several steps
To set out on the maiden voyage
Of myself and not of ship
I stumble and crouch
And bawl at my knees
As a bright shines down
I recede
To not tumble, I run
I spring to my feet
I launch into a divide
Fight the urge to lay and sleep
Steadily onward
I climb
I face the rays of day
I peak over the horizon
And look back on my corrupted way
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesíaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
