As far as I am concerned
We are bound forcefully
By the air we breathe
That soaks up our tears
And spits them back out
In a deluge
From black clouds of our own doing
And by that measure
Our minds are connected
By the tongues of passion
That twist vigorously
Within the head of our greatest fear
The one whom we love
Unloading our universe unto another
And our most undying need
To morph the suffering in our world
With morphine of our own
Of which the recipe is dangerous;
A vulnerable, broken, dangerous self
That is trampled out of existence
As a newborn fawn is stolen suddenly by an unforeseen winter wind
The whispering wind in the air
Carried by all of our breath…
Indeed, we stole the fawn
And in doing so— ourselves as well.