It’s hard to capture
that parachute from the collective unconscious
bursting like daffodils
in tantalizing mental images
that singe one
and soothe another
The meaning is in there
The best wisdom always hides
The best truth
from the sharpest pain
It has to be that way
are imperfect signs
for what lies underneath
The flickering of your eyelid tells me more than
the carefully planted barbs
hooked messages that belie
and true feeling
is a sword
that the air decides to pierce itself
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