bastion

the shame of a pullback

is in seeing your loves

flatlanded onto images

the shame of a lift

is in wondering

“what law have i violated for swallowing this?”

whose and what for?

for if we are driven to it

then what law have i come for?

love is not fickle.

i, who am quite, found rest

“oh, happy chance!”

accepting fully & trusting completely

grows harder the more

you kiss goodbye

too anxious to receive

too angry to believe

in the dignity inside

having seen your father’s pass you by

what god would have me believe

in linearity

when love always meant this

you are sacred context

you are bastion

after all your every miss

this whole cocoon

thanks you for

in learning love

its next final form