randomness

there's a howling in the factory yard
there's a howling in my head

Darkness falls and I am alone in the galaxy staring into worldly space
An infinity lies beyond my fingertips
empty space blood and ashes time burning

I contemplate love and the existence of the emotional heart
presence and connection

I am forming a vision. It forms in myriads. It seems not possible.

My brain stutters and leaps forward daily. I entertain such foolish thoughts. Thoughts of marriage, children, laughter, healthy love, a balancing act. A balancing beam, I didn't sign up to be a fucking gymnast. but somewhere the paper is signed in blood, spirit matter.

Reflections, the grande mirror, the grande barre, the ballet dance
masculinity confounds me