there are things I see in the darkness

I might be crucified for my actions
exemplified by simple recurrences
and boxed in the tightest of ribbons
but I remain undoubtably the easiest of misses
and catches

I understand no less, the need to intensify
relate and test
a leg that's standing and another flexing

But nevertheless one contradiction remains:
once anticipated the horrid shipwreck–even before my tired eyes
I still had to process, intensify, relate and test it.

And in the darkness, there are things I see. Goodnight and hold hands.

written against Z.D.