to understand the unknowable
may be where empathy begins;
knowing what we do not know
gives us space to let go
of those certainties
yet unproven
we carry
always
still
impossibly beautiful (3)
impossibly beautiful (2)
he set his poor heart to wandering
among the fields of that lost time
but never quite understood
how or why life itself
imbued with grandeur
stayed so static
so fruitless
but yet
moved
To share is human:
impossibly beautiful (1)
impossibly beautiful stranger,
improbably wonderful friend —
though the days grow terrible,
we sit in silences
born of other ways:
with still some hope,
longingly,
into
light
To share is human:
glorious admission
if i could climb this fence
and be just like this vine,
i’d hang out in the sun,
and love it, all the time,
just like i’d love the rain.
instead i don’t like either:
the rain’s too wet, the heat’s too hot,
or i’m just an old
geether
To share is human:
at last…
as last, we meet
the game begins
they always said
that we were twins
by more than looks
you’ll be outclassed
for i am king
and will be so
at last
To share is human:
ghostly amnesty
fathers, forgive us
for your sins
and our building on them
To share is human:
gentle agony
many the days I could’ve stopped,
many the ways I should’ve gone —
ever and onward, homeward drawn,
always the route I don’t adopt —
why, when I knew, did I not cease?
is there no balm in Gilead?
road, carry home this old nomad
back to his place of calm
and peace
To share is human:
tomorrow, never
time on earth won’t last forever:
how tomorrow turns to never —
but, we think that we’re too clever
to miss out, or let time go —
soon, the granary is empty:
oh, the things that i let tempt me —
wasn’t i just one-and-twenty?
where the grain went i don’t know —
shallow choices deepen sorrow,
promises know no tomorrow,
and we can’t buy, steal, or borrow
one more moment,
ever
so
To share is human:
Arkansas Ride
Why am I so lost, why have
I driven here?
What was it I thought
That I would find?
Where is there another who
Can understand?
How is it my curse
Is my own mind?
Every day the body breaks,
The heart grows numb;
Every night, I only long
For sleep,
Every month, another kind of
Parody
Of what life’s supposed to be,
With love to keep —
So I turn the lock, and
Open up the door,
So I throw my suitcase on
The bed,
So I know, it doesn’t matter
Where I go,
When everything inside of me
Is dead
