Where, as I walk, the holes are in my mind,
I fall into them.

Isolated I create ghosts of lament,
We stand naked, alone together.

How it is, that the shatter breaks,
Into millions of pieces. Each shard a unique universe of perspective and complexity.

Give alms to your sorrow,
As you choose to step on a mountain of dust or slide down to a new beginning.

Shadows now, on the doors of history.
Open them only to see me looking at me, looking ahead.

The glue, it seems, is the gift,
And should I share it again, as I am to do,
It will bind me to a rainbow current in the sky.

Love again, tears will water the meadows.