The First

Certainly the earliest I can remember.
Perhaps a gift of rememberance.
The virginity of it - he washed us as it.

Bliss

The bliss provided by ignorance is mortally dangerous unless enjoyed under continuous selfless nurture and protection by one who is not ignorant.
Everyone must admit to enjoying some amount of this bliss at any given moment in the present or past.
Some may attempt to deny the possibility of dependance, either through denial of their fallibility or an insatiable pursuit of elimination of the selectedly admitted voids in their knowledge.
Others will embrace as much ignorance as they possibly can if it has historically provided perceived bliss without the proportioned taste of the inherent dangers, or if ignorance in part or in whole represents the most simplistically or immediately easy path, (regardless of belief in, or prior experience of those dangers found in such ignorance).

wip 2

I think we've finally found a way
we can admit to ourselves
that we were all lying to each other.

And I pray, with those same words
we can forgive each one, the other
for speaking lies that we had told ourselves.
we spoke the lies that we believed ourselves.
we believed the lies that we had told ourselves.

wip 1

A strong sense of destiny...

Bang! Pow! Boom!

perfectly sublime combustion,
echoes of previous ignition;
that I could even stomach the differential
is judgement against this sphere.

origins of metaphor,
and sources of experience;
many and tens of many,
none real.

along this diameter of sustenance
where I and they are;
we together are unaware
and inconsiderate of each other.

You are to me simply an implication;
a presumption,
a statistic that is cement;
an observation not requiring a soul.

I
...I,


See your eyes.
and

See myself.
and

Feel warmth.
and

Feel touch.
and

Apologize.

For me.
And everyone.
And me more.

insecure.

the leap from the small pond to the ocean turns the biggest fish into nothing more than shark bait.

apprehension

on the horizon of possibility
at the verge of a lifetime
where the fear of hitting the bottom
is equalized by the hate
of the worthlessness
of the top
of this cliff.
Falling, weightless...