A Bright Disorder (2)
I understand
finally this
salty weakness that makes us
stop, turn, freeze as
the heart’s magnet
pulls all back
from the happily ever after
we become our own
weathered totem
in the gravel path
angels concave
in the cave of our tears
a bright disorder
we are kenning
your soul walks in
my shoes
your shadow is light
upon me
weightless in
a vacuum of self
there is no gavel of fear
in this
lightness everything
I know about you
leads me