The more I know you
the more I don't.
The woodworks might is fading
in dust and cracks bading.
How I wish I could revive.
God, I would do anything to keep
this embodiment alive.

But change is inevitable and all
I can do is confess my love for you
and hope for the best.

Another morning up too soon
for the alarm clock to go off.
Another day to turn out rough.

Fishermen with new methods of baiting
tell me, teach me what it is to wait,
to patiently create
a small chance of catching
the right fish for tonights meal.

Any sound can obtain a meaning.
Any message can be leaning
towards another point.

I am scared of miscommunication
taking away the elation
of utopic conversation.

I'm not afraid of emancipation,
not on my toes for equality.
I'm horrified by overcompensation.

Our youth hardwires us into some basic
identity, from then on we may choose.

Mozes split the sea
one side, you, the other me
my focus kept from widening
perception almost frightening
I could only stare
waves returned, colliding
responsible for guiding
Mozes did not care
about dividing
or possible providing

Change is fluent,
after a while
your passion turns truant.
Like your smile
when you recognize
the persuant:
Doubling the amount of water
did not double this plants size.

A revolutionary type of slaughter.

I met you in the hallway
the other day
when you were cleaning.

I've been looking for a meaning,
a reason of some kind
an excuse to make you mind
my existence.

But we seldomly cross each other
and I am not used to the pressure
that comes with talking to
beings as pretty as you.

Healthy is a different word.
It does not help the living.

Healthy is a strong word.
It does not suit the giving.

Being raised by people, risen,
it's a gift to those uncertain,
a curse to others, cut off,
by unspreading, closed curtain.