The ice is cracking all around, melting,
raising up a new sound; a crime against
nature even as we change the arc of
history, not of man but instead in the
ability of irony to command free thinkers
to abdicate their future because they
trust that sufficient caution will never die

A theory so easily spoken; but a pragmatic
not so easily breached, because we stand,
incarcerated by our resentments, regrets
and the life we built around us to wall off
our injured minds from those who could
exploit us in the pretense of our healing

What is sanity when those who deny belief
and those who believe in what others deny
both stand accused of denying reality; the
psychology of every experience elevates us
from the natural to the personality of reason
yet where is the desire to evolve further
than the plunder from which we came?

I walked through every level that supposed
itself to be necessary to extract sorrow if
not by direct application then by witness
of my neighbors bleeding life, but it was
your love that washed ashore where the
sand was grains of glass that had become
only questions of purpose