Why do we go back to our saddest moments
when we need comfort
Maybe to bathe in tears...
a baptism
of rage
to blow the sides out of sorrow
to come to terms
with helplessness?

To get someone
to hear
maybe to listen
to loss?

i like to comb the beach to see what i can find
anything of interest the tide as left behind
looking through the **** that is lying there
maybe find a treasure that is very rare

maybe find a bottle with a little note
or may be find a piece of a sunken boat
there are many things washed up by the sea
lots of little treasures lying there for free

a piece may be asymmetrical,

but if it fits--(which it does) it

achieves a greater symmetry.

having connected to what also

appeared disparate.

a puzzle can be begun anywhere,

but end with a specific piece by

force of unitative effect.

as displayed by the floor, or table

it's completed on--contained by a room.

by a world.

you see--that is why the mind

is terrified of the heart, because

it refuses abstraction.

Skin like alluvial soil:

I remember her vividly,
She was different than the rest.
Her skin like the alluvial soil
glistened in the sun.
Compassionate, kind
Fiery and wild,
She would look at me as if to stare into my soul. She knew I had more inside.

I remember her fondly.
Her skin the color of the earth.
She knew me more than I ever could,
A beauty, unexplained, almost tangible.

And now, she is gone and I am no longer the same.
She left me abruptly.
Pining for her every breath.