Through bold
Thickets of energy
Into slow passing time
Before that night
When you came to me
In pieces
And on fire
That night you fell
Toward tomorrow
And tumbled down
Between the lines
Of measured necessity
And never ending
Sorrow
editors note:
The hardest path to cut comes by another’s sorrow. (We welcome John P. to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay