Kindness

Such a simple basic concept

Like a reciprocal to insecurity

The more a person feels the need to protect a wound

The less kind

Mathematics of why lovers distancing hearts

Can do what we do

Pulling into self like a superego alcove shielding

The leverage one could provide a cushion

But does not

Here is silence

Here is scorn

Here is a distorted image of the person known

The worst scaffold is truth

The way an ex-lover knows the stitching

The layers of construct that prompt the absence of kindness

The charade of punishing the secret keeper

For the intimacy is a portal like compass coordinates

In which our theater could be unmasked to the audience beyond

So kindness is poisoned into the vilest cruelties

Like a full circle slipping from the first degree to back to the three hundred and fifty-ninth

Distorting the balance in the shortest traversing passage

True healing requires the full circumference to be paced in contemplative iteration

As what was is released and who is becomes recognized

In the spectrum of the mind, body, and spirit

To be of all things quarrel-less in the flash of life breathing universe in kind