The comfort of conflict

Do you know the essence of a thing?

The beginning and ending of things

The way that the light

Fills the air

Resting on the couch

On a human Sunday morning

Only thing moving

Is the steam

Lilting and twisting and…

Gone

All things lie in the middle

Between the ends

And between the ends

You think of as beginnings

And between the ends you don’t think of

And between those

And between those

And between

Oh my god…the pain of the balance

Oh my god.

The pain of the balance.

You cannot read this quick of heart

There is nothing here

To get to

Nothing here to answer

It’s ok to turn,

Trembling

from your love

In fact – Oh Terrible –

You must…
you must.

My best friends, most dear, most reliable

Friends

They do not change

And I am too old now

To fool myself

That it matters.

I cannot express how much I want it to matter.