Trust

It’s hard to feel, love; and so much pain: a laughing tear; and
Near the forest—a fleet of ghosts; and thus the jade; and thus
The grief. And you stand in lust; but what of tomorrow:
Shall we love? I imagine not; for both are open; and love is

Selfish; and often cruel; but love is famous; and often bright.  
I walk the edge; and plead such love; and Porscha cried; and
Lindsey died; and Shanda wailed; and Rhonda sailed. Such
Reality; and webs cross light; and shards pierce flesh; and so

Much: a need to love. It’s hard to feel; and faint to open; and
Gravity—a portal; but dolphins fly; and finches soar; and
Visions speak. I’m afflicted, love: the highest wounds; and
Spirit lives: a scar a day; and why the love; and why the
Thirst; and race the clock; and feel the vague; and pardon lust:
A world of flesh: a sword of trust.