The day misspent,
the love misplaced,
has inside it
the seed of redemption.
Nothing is exempt
from resurrection.

Tenderness and Rot

Tenderness and rot
share a border.
And rot is an
aggressive neighbor
whose iridescence
keeps creeping over.

No lessons
can be drawn
from this however.

One is not
two countries.
One is not meat
corrupting.

It is important
to stay sweet
and loving.

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

In the hills giant oaks
Fall upon their knees
You can touch parts
You have no right to

It isn't ever delicate to live.

[No] matter what a waste one has made of one's life, it is ever possible to find some path to redemption, however partial.