Fallen
but not broken

We aren't born
with morality:
we acquire it
degree by degree

Silence is profundity
words create incongruity

a spark by an unknown,
the human changes as a creature ;
the creature changes as human;
so we call him human being

She carries the night’s constellations,
scattered across her face—
a sign, perhaps,
that even Heaven leaned in too close.

Her eyes spark,
not gentle, not tame,
but like the charge in the air
before lightning strikes.

To love her
is to be burned,
and to be blessed.

Genuine engagement

will never outdate.

Pick the shallowest

grave, when a *****

happens to go spare.