Elucidating Questions

Sometimes it plays like a scene.

Awake and afraid of the impending wrath of Love

He swoops in

Swooping is good

You know why you shouldn’t have done that but I don’t blame you

An inhale

It buzzes and I think

Not from him

The clock ticks over to a messenger’s time.

It’s not for me, he insists.

Trying to keep time.

He screams in a direction, insists it’s not for me

The next is anger, it’s not her fault.

I don’t know how to explain that to her.

Mother is crying again, the power of the combination of the time the song and the place.

If the soul is from her,

It’s screaming to save her,

Because I won’t give up at least that part.

Please don’t give up.

He’s warm but silent,

Silent with that burning of wanting to say something. I want to ask him what he’s holding in,

But I’m afraid of the answer.

I wonder if I’ve stopped believing in justice.

I wonder if we ever knew what justice was.

I wonder if the word has meaning or what that meaning was supposed to be.

It’s like a puzzle that’s never finished, can’t be put together because in order to define it one must have defines ones sense of it

And if it’s all different then there is no concrete answer.

The only one able to judge would have to simultaneously understand every definition of justice as it is. So very complex.

Not doing well.

Unmixed, my time and your time are different.

Just loves everything alive

And reality crashes in so I’m stuck again.