tea and steel strings,
smudged ink and frayed edges.
questions mark my confidence,
truth sought, truth taught.
life seen through lenses,
captured in the darkest of rooms,
beneathe my chest, my ribs
and tucked into the furthest corners of my mind.
hear lies, here lies. here lies;
incense, motivation.
the dust from rusted chairs,
surounding sleepy summer sun-sets over nine
stage of diamonds,
and the patience that precedes.
still waters, open hearts .
continued conversation
by candle light.
eyes wide shut,
and ...
worshipful.
