I will walk across threshholds long forgot
armed with the conviction, that kindness is not lost
I will stand tall against those who wish my fall
wielding a magic tucked inside my chest wall

I will not surrender, I will not bleed
once overcome a dark relenting need

I will cross thresholds never broke
I will shout the words no one ever spoke
rumbling low, a vibrating scream
echoing wide inside my dreams

We missed our exit on a one way road

I was a puppet
Handing over strings
I loved you
You never cared much

Why am I always at the door?
These feet were made
For threshholds
These lips for silence..

Been breathing air
Polluted with freedom
We are all selfish
In the pursuit of it..

I loved you
You never cared much
I went looking
And life is such

When we fall, we break..

I died trying to build my pieces
Into a different form..

The thing is though,
I loved you when I was whole
Even more so in pieces..
The thing with freedom is
It must be given as it is taken.

haps, as a whole,
are beyond my individuated minds orderly existence...

letters will let words exist, until
they be
taken
out of the way, and we, the ideas within begin

to flow.

we carve no canyons.
we gentle them, rubbing itchin edges, jagged
from the ripping

fracture point
by point
all
along the line, row after row of rolling hills
rolling down from craggy heights

cascade, spiraling quake rolling up from deep
calling
calling
deep calling falling "giant steps"

shallow science guy calls 'em
Threshholds of Increasing Complexity and

still,
science settles near the shore, and knows.