What We Feel Most Has No Name

The Heart Lies To Itself Because It Must.

I Dream Of Lost Vocabularies That Might Express Some Of What We No Longer Can.

It Is Convenient For The Old Men To Blame Eve. To Insist We Are Damned Because A Country Girl Talked To The Snake One Afternoon Long Ago. Children Must Starve In Somalia For That, And Old Women Be Abandoned In Our Greatest Cities. It’s Why We Will Finally Be Thrown Into The Lakes Of Molten Lead. Because She Was Confused By Happiness That First Time Anyone Said She Was Beautiful. Nevertheless, She Must Be The Issue, So People Won’t Notice That Rocks And Galaxies, Mathematics And Rust Are Also Created In His Image.

What We Feel Most Has No Name But Amber, Archers, Cinnamon, Horses And Birds.

I Believe That Icarus Was Not Failing As He Fell, But Just Coming To The End Of His Triumph.