and in the great story
of this life, great in terms
of he who must live it, it's
always so much and not at all a surprise
when the world just up and bursts
into gardens of fire
and to always find
a bottle of suicide red
nail polish next
to the matches.

every great time, every great
tearing down and rising up, of
self, of knowledge, of grace, of
pain and want, of joy and giving,
every great life and death
has left this flattened
and gasping from the concussion
man-boy, looking up
at the radiant
blinding silhouette
of the great She, who always
with a new line, a new
design, always appears
in every act in this
great story of this
life.

odd how such power, such magnificent
force
can be so soft, so difficult
to detect.
one more reason why
i understand why adam didn't do anything, didn't
try to stop Her from taking that infamous bite, he
was utterly fucking frozen, watching
her in the awe.

and you asked, " why is it so easy
for certain people to get the best of me
when I can crush others with an
effortless blow?"

and i don't know how to answer that
except
that because the question came
from the lips of a woman, how bout
i close my eyes
hold my breath
and lose everything
to try
and find
the answer.