Another installment of the emotive outpourings of a simple soul swimming in the lockdown soup:
2.
Take my hand and run.
This World is ours now -
-Downhill and beautiful
...Steeper
...And steeper
Gradual gradients gutted
By the speed of circumstance.
Trust is fuel now.
That impulse of belief
Driving the delirious descent of our feet
Into the release
...Of letting go
...Knowing only flow
Feeling sacred spontaneity grow
Until the moment becomes the horizon
-A dichromatic rainbow-
Of Fear and Love.
As to Jack
As from Jill
...To the rest of that f*cking hill...Here we come...
