splat #13

welcome to the communion of yr race was the greeting of satan as recorded by hawthorne
old words same new greeting
fade to black and realize that the horror is us

okay, but then the space we explore is in-between
there was once a platform i could stand on that wobbled
gravity helped that

i held her hand as we stood on another bridge
the wind was blowing hard and cold
it was a kiss

we could stop hold our breath tumble over and thru
that land is an extension of water and air
reminds me of a song sung

staccato
you sing it with gusto
horror and love that our communion