By all means, please persist.
Because who am I to arrive
bearing a smile of unwant, and
thrusting upheaval upon you?
Who am I to touch those delicate
sensibilities that are so intricately
woven into your aether?
This fragile construct of reality
that you've found so sheltering,
now quivers in the winds of change.
An over ambitious house of cards.
A deck of tarot stacked to the ceiling,
just begging me to come along
and grasp it in my lengthy arms.
To draw and to be drawn.
To show and to be shown.
To cast out a line of fate,
only to find it hooked upon some rotten boot.
What a catch.
What a catch, indeed.