the resurrection of meaning,
cosmic complicity circumvents
bridges of logic to the shores of intuition;
full-meaning voyeur on my own life in yours
unpolished journey particulates refrained sighs
at first listen, at first light,
trust
spread like a fever
breathed deeply, because we're told some fires need oxygen
to regale surrender to the mystery of human fragility
inexorably, flaws
answer only to carefully construed fables
of feeling everyone I touch or who hears my Voice
dissolves
faults
like an Old, Wise River