Pebbles falling through holes in
pockets
Trickling like breadcrumbs for
others to find others
Circuitous timing in a mirror of
blinding coincidence
To see God like faith could be
inhaled as a replacement for oxygen
In the second way we are alive in
the paradigm beyond facts
Definitive application or riders
saddled to mustangs
The bellow of hooves parading the
Earth sequestered into the quiet
Whispers of this is how it had to be
For this convergence in the theater
of the tragic and the comedic
Like a pinball ricochet of names
bombarding the palisades
To walk into New Orleans after
lapping the coasts in tiers of thought
This is like a plane landing home
after wars and mediation
The passengers smiling at each other
as if the stepping stones
Finally made sense in the mirror of
blue eyes cresting
Wondering how complication could
simplify in the artistry of wine and bourbon
The tendrils of unique never had to
be hurdles but magnets
In that what repelled the masses to
foster the openness
Attracts the language of desire
wishing for the darkness on the edge
To light a fire like an orange
sunset smiling over the Pacific
Fortune tellers and God playing
paddy cake for orphans
These rocks all over the ground and
all a man and a woman had to do
Was take the time to speak in the
moment of God’s choosing
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