It’s time I take my silence back and give
since now becomes a focus and a pivot
on and into who I’m offering:
No mystery.
Dawn was clear and clean so I respond
With a payment on a promise given.
We go through losing one by one
Our main supports, finding neither balance
nor adjustment. What to connect? And how
to open out—or make an effort in?
What am I avoiding? Is it myself?
Or no thing?
Somehow I’m Here and I want you
to wonder When a brilliant bolt
is capped by shocking crack, does that elate?
Or terrify? A larger life insists No mystery.
No mystery.