Crossing the bridge from distortion into silence
creates the electric hum of a new awakening.
If art is an unfolding rhythm then life must be a song in motion.
There are certain comparisons that never seem
to pop up on any quizzes or SAT questions in class.

I will grade true love on a scale of forgiveness.
I will slide with a smile until slipping through the veil of illusions.
I will spit in the river and witness all ripples.

Burning a drag of smoke with no filter
enlivens the flesh of wet lungs to breathe fresh oxygen.
If the bond is stronger than blood then first kisses are a quickening.
Squirrels naturally seek after fallen nuts near the tree
as deeply the mind digs its roots in for winter.

I will promise you less until the future delivers.
I will dance on this spot as the soil grows richer.