The Person We Know At First, She

One Small Cloud, Cast Out By The Herd, Limps Away To The West.

There Are Rocks Deep Enough In This Earth That No Matter What The Rupture, They Will Never See The Surface. There Is, I Think, A Fear Of Love. There Is A Fear Of Love.

He's At Ease, His Body Sculpted To The Music, His Shoulder Searching The Other Shoulder, His Right Toe Knowing The Left Knee, The Height, The Depth, The Form, The Control, The Twist Of His Wrist, The Bend Of His Elbow, The Tilt Of His Neck, Notes Digging Into Arteries, And He Is In The Air Now, Forcing The Legs Up Beyond Muscular Memory, One Last Press Of The Thighs, An Elongation Of Form, A Loosening Of Human Contour, He Goes Higher And Is Skyheld.

Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not What You Get.

Let This Be A Lesson To Us All, Said The Preacher. You Will Be Walking Someday In The Dark And The Truth Will Come Shining Through, And Behind You Will Be A Life That You Never Want To See Again.