what happens when something
finally sinks in, comes in behind the
eyes, down into the head, through the
throat, into the deep seat of the body?
where does it land? does it take the ship down
with it? we volley these words back and forth, back
and forth, but at the end of the exchange, they are still
just words; it can take lifetimes to truly unpack them:
god, religion, truth, beauty, spirit, art, gender, love — to let them find a
home, a dark shifting breathing sink hole that is slowly unseating the world.