The World Tips Away When We Look

Love. The Black Hook. The Spear Singing Through The Mind.

...grandpa's Mind Had Left Us, Gone Wild And Wary. When I Walked With Him I Could Feel How Strange It Was. His Thoughts Swam Between Us, Hidden Under Rocks, Disappearing In Weeds, And I Was Fishing For Them, Dangling My Own Words Like Baits And Lures.

I Prefer To Have Some Beliefs That Don't Make Logical Sense.

It Was Just Enough To Sit There Without Words.

What Is This Life But The Sound Of An Appalling Love.