what do we choose?
we turn life into a dream, an ideal
what is that dream, a mesh

a tiny spider builds a web
without knowing where that web is spun
it might be in a fragile place

we see beauty in structures
paintings and artifacts
where is beauty when all that is gone?

music holds keys
rhythms and freedom
beating hearts

we are from Africa
not shining temples in the heavens
which are symbols of loss

what are we to do?
do you not see it?
we want to embrace it all and each other

worlds within worlds
words within words
and there are so many of them

my soul speaks through kisses
if it has a taste, it tastes of lips
gentle seemless sublime

there is no other way
than the way we are

dancing across fault lines