infinite beings in finite bodies cry infant wet tears torn to bare that is born worn from visions shattered scattered into the winds
dreams deemed tares of what ifs could haves may beens bent around latched door conundrums
the key is not the expectation rather the realization that what was what is and will be shall be symbols of the story
book ends to to ends begin to begin to give definition to the repeating chorus that challenges to explore us asking once again the same questions answered in each life procession
utterances in confession that our bodies are not in our possession but rather a position to condition the meaning in suffering the purpose in pain and the long definition that life lived can only begin to
explain.
zs.
