soft landing

July 21, 2025

it's as simple as
Trust, from one
to another

the walls Trust that i sanctify
the space they create

the little pot of rosemary Trusts
the sun to rise yet again

the child Trusts their parent
to unconditionally love them

but may the hammer
of the Lord strike me

I, unlike the pure, the true

I feel no safety.

the heart Trusts
it will be beaten

the thinker Trusts that
their mind is flawed

the lover Trusts
that each moment is their last

the lonely Trust in
their own isolation

a silent unspoken
prophesy
hangs over each dull, rattling
breath
i take
    

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