Oh how
The classifying mind

Reclaims-

Renames

The unruliness of being-

Loosens worm with
Incisive *****

For black-bird
To swoop

We wasted it so
We wasted our souls
Like storm clouds
we broke out
and flooded the seeds
we needed to grow

You held on to me
You tried so hard to see
when I rebounded
from breakdowns
that seemed to wear
down your strong spirit
that you needed to go on

We were stranger than
fiction through our
contradictions
You drifted within me
I poured within you
your currents of
reason to my torrents
of questions
We were
drowning in unison

But as you freed me and
I freed you as we were
both set free by the eternal
Source of freedom  
we need to keep on doing
our part in what we need
to keep on being free.