i am a house
with walls that pulse with the energy of a thousand moments.
standing witness to the uncertainties
that fill the empty silence.
mourning the separation,
and searching for the resolution between two states,
of dream and reality,
the bend of physicality.
startled by the headlines,
tossing in my sleep,
my body taut with the intensity of each word.
there’s no way to be neutral about these days,
you choose your house, and i’ll choose mine.
but we’re all looking through curved lines at the distorted intersections
between what we see,
and what we long to see.
DS