Demystifying

 

A sentence is not always a consequence waiting to happen. 
What you don't see you will never see.

What of a body is finally exhausted after it's turned inside out? 
I would like to be subaltern to the possible.

You step on a scale the day you realize not all wounds are yours to bear.
In river shallows, minnows freely eat what glistens there. 

When a good wind arrives to shuffle the cloudy dark,  
multitudes will swell. 

Never underestimate either strength or fragility. 
Like anyone, of course I find it hard not to feel alone. 

No creature's exempt from thirst and desire.
Falling as prelude to sleep, as memory skinned— 

True north, true home, fixed. 
It’s not that life lived alone, in solitude, could bring no grace.