a glint in the eyes, a fire

an elbow digging into hips

or a vibe so thick

it may as well have been solid.

but.

the lawyer is unable to make up

fantastical events: mist

after all is just water in another form.

but a human who has transformed,

left the shell – is taken as an end

end? how did we come to that

when science touches mystery

and stops?

words, dripping like dew

passion, aflame,

indignance.

uncalled communication clearly

felt.

i think it was the cold sweat,

it might as well have been

a hot summer’s night.

the logic was easy to frabricate,

the emotions not so much

and we all knew

how history likes to repeat

when knots do not resolve,

the sandstorm

becoming more indistinguishable

from mere words.

play acting is the easiest thing to do,

anyone could do it.

it is the intangible, it is the subtle cues

that are hard to read

and that – is why. the waves never quite

completely end. it’s likely. it could be. it might be.

then

words cave under a torrent of

fire and ice

more solid than heaven and hell.