Healing

An angry ripple
Expression from an internal volcano
Erupting onto an all too human canvas, full of curvature, sinew and blood.

A beautiful face. Beautiful faces
Morphing in my dreams.
Of them all;
They have courage, dig!

The separation of generation creating a swirling vortex of attraction. Repellation. Rebellion
Whatever the flavor.
Sometimes choosing
An unhelpful armor
And flimsy joust.
The piano is no longer in tune
The fish have died in the pond
And the Orchard is full of canker and half felled.

Cycles break as easily as they are made: remember!

Conciousness peeling apart their magnitudes and redistributing information to more
Useful compartments. Nestled in natures downy duvets
Not cauterized by nonsense.
Wounds healing slower than they took to rupture
Discussion of a more fluid nature is the only balm.

In this.
They can become stronger.