whittling your options into shape
the form takes on life of its own
suddenly you hold a masterpiece
a small triumph in a sea of doubt;
the strength to follow your heart.

there are places your tongue is tied
your truth hidden from sight
whispered in the dark hours of night
just so it can be heard one more time.

Look at
them gather
at the gallows.
That's entertainment.
Monkeys sell
popcorn, and do
tricks, dressed in
sailor suits.
You bought your
tickets,
Now enjoy the show.

The crowds get bigger.
Everyone loves a
good tragedy, except
the one being hanged.

solace within the madness-
it will not stand
has no future
will fizzle out.

terminal is a wristband with your date of birth
moved to your big toe when you lay in the morgue

whatever has not turned to love
-cannot last
it will all die when the Sun goes Supernova.