With these lines, pages fill
though never what I really mean to say.
What was it that caught you by surprise?

Left standing alone on a fault,
escaping silence with intervals of fear.
Why do feelings go unfelt? Who is not in debt from interest?

Solemn, vacant, paradise deserted?
Empty conversation is what we have.
Confronting absolution,
chased the shadow from the door-
allowing space for  child's life to pass without wanting to know more.
Enchanting tales insist the mind be tranquilized.
Preventing instinctive reactions-
Focus,
Wait, smoke in my eye