odic fail -

hope … dismay heaven, hell gods, mortality … love all live within us we create our own realities and we dwell there … oh, we are taught the tools for life - the skills we use to SHAPE that actuality, but we construct it to the dimensions and perspectives we find most acceptable - most apposite to our path, and build walls around it as necessary … I … (despite contrary inclinations) have allowed a choice few to breach that moat - a trestle, ladder, kiss, warm promise in my ear - only to find poison on their lips mirrors in their gaze and a rusted edge called ‘goodbye’ with which to cleave my endlessly credulous … nature. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 11, 2024