vibrating eardrums beating
drowning out any decent thought process.
Eyes widening slowly
My head is scattered marbles
pattern recognition persistently fails
So I wait at latitude
whilst you dance on longitude
forever a heartbeat ahead of me
we are a snow crash in an avalanches underbelly
the eye of any storm that rages .
Paths would need to cross
a prayer offered to a goddess
maybe a gift?
A rose for Epona
offspring deserving a chance in life
to walk a longer path than our own
yet discovery and history proves
that by reuniting the fleet that is our characterization
can only lead to knives exchanging hands
as I found written on a steamed window
your favourite haiku.
"Thy art is murder
your rose wilts by your touching
death follows anger."