Betrayal

Wondering how
A tentative remark,
A mere stroke at interaction
Unclutterred. Knowing, Sharp edged, self defined by intellect,

Wondering how the flowering of this situation became
So thickly cloistered
So tainted by unsustainable meaning. One side not fully expressed, the other too full of self, too prolific, too false faced.

Wondering how this had become the latest betrayal to intellect by emotion.

Self conflict swimming around the microcosm like an all seeing Koi.
Repeatedly.
The wounded demanding to withdraw with a permanence sheathing any future intention from the decay of daylight.
To retreat instead to collection and examination of own resonance with
a gentle but certain hammer.
At least for the period of intermission.