Enshrouded by youth, the chorus became eclipsed,
And echoes resounded in the several heads of The Six.
Repeated— but not without truth— the Six became eight,
Divided, corresponding with the Evangelical Fruit.
Subsequently, nine became seven and seven became nine.
Three subtracted by four was six, separated by the fourteenth whole,
Coordinated, containing remnants of the fifth.
Seven heads and seven necks multiplied by six;
This created eighty-four marriages of the sevenfold betwixt.
Suffice to say, two preceded one, followed by the Heavenly Body.

Wars and rumors of wars,
plagues and questions of reason

sames we see,
times and seasons, sames we see

reasons to wonder, seasons to think
may be so, maybe otherwise, too;

same as me, and you.
Different almost always, still the same.

9:15; a quarter mile away from truth.
Conversations are boring, all about what we've done for today.
Innocence of two kids before their moppet words find their youth.

Texts get a little deeper, a minute past ten.
All past experiences, and mistakes are; with heart and soul
expressed. Their companionship sees the other more than a friend.
"I like you," a quickly deleted message, but has been read.
Emoji eyes; "I seen what you wanted unseen," the eyes seemingly said.

Awkward silence, awkward silence; both sides typing and clearing
their response. Nobody presses send; while there's a slap on the
head exclaiming; "not like this, not the beginning of this
relationship's end"

"I didn't mean to make things weird with my emotions.
I'd like you as a lover, but I love how we are as friends in the
open," a brave text sent out of one still hoping.

"But I like you too," the next reply came around late.
Phew! What a relief; least for now. But what happens next,
I guess is the pending question of staying up this late.

It was best to go to bed by eight...

Brought the 62
Eight of Swords burned in carpet
Told me you'd bound me

dear quinn,

a magic eight ball
will never
tell you how
to be okay.

love,
quinn

righteousness
care
siblings

mom
dad
son
wife

eden