urvile

If we love each other shyly
we might make it.

Beyond because,
stuff, and things.
Over blame, guilt, fear.
We are glad of the things
that are free.

Knowing truly where
we want to be,
and understanding,
we may never make
it there.

Grasping the unknowing,
rebelling at the sameness,
choking on
oneness.

Truth is confused with facts,
fictions,
identity,
ego.

Hide, dream,
cry, desire.
Create.

If you pity my monster,
I'll pity yours
and
we might make it
if we are
shy.