One might give up one
for the other. Or darker
still, live with one en
shrouded with optimism.
For that release. At what
point would I have ever
said that you can’t have
one without the other?
Not today. For now, I
might awaken most days
afraid of what the hours
might bring me. But
settled in that peaceful
hemisphere of my soul
is an electrical connection
so strong that dust daren’t
settle around it – see but
how it floats like a moat
that guards my crook’d
and hiccoughing heart.
