Even in the most complicated
situations
where multiple considerations
intertwine into complexities
yet undetermined
whether beauteous or mundane
every present still
the loquacious child
babbling on incessantly
making sense of all
non-sensicalities
speaking only as a means of safe
protection from the dangerous
silence puffered up
lurkers tip-toe like prancing
rhinos or clogging clowns
who cares the well place metaphor
when gusts the saddened face
when bottoms fall out like anchors
from in that unsafe place
tell me, did I land on sacred ground?
And so, and so my cranium grates
in grateful pleasant
saturated with sweetness
and a slight taste of bitter
yet and still but not so much
in all that destiny
