truth

Because the feeling drifts through outer space,
Today you bring me here, among the tree,
Anachronistic and old in my face,
Amidst the fields, beauteous chaos, for tea.
So I wake up to the sound of music,
To landscapes and dreams of imperfection;
Diseased with ice and flame, she waits to trick
Fools of innocence, and time, direction.
Says she: “Denied of bloom, and roots, and bees,
I face my dry future, completely free.
So walking towards our star together frees.
And brethren spring from suns unseen, the key.
So tethered foes befriend in the end:
For better or for worse, I’m man’s best friend.”