as always
it gets away from me
i mean it
to be
one way and it floats
floats away into the abyss - floats faster
than i can even fathom. than i can even
think or feel or tarry. where it all aches
and resembles my thoughts but expands
in a way that life never returns. i hope
it all good - all stretches into grace
i hear grace has no center no purpose
no ideology or religion. grace is and always will be
long past our existence or poems.