i slip between the grains of you
to countless steps forward, in darkness imposed this landing
i fight with worlds that seem to go and bend
beyond our thoughts left now standing
a distant quake of loves of lives tunnel their webs about us
the battle cries from paths we chose a braiding of winds superfluous
a wildness clings to bruised skies above there meandering words left unattended
to drain the thoughts of happenstance and stake that which is befriended
a common ground of an understanding, of loners to the waking
of eyes to paths deemed monstrous roads
yet wait for us the making
tis not a journey written nor meant to be daintily transcribed
we need not search or wait for it for we shall know for once we have arrived
it is here that i slip between the grains of you
where courage need not be a guide
simply in that knowing
a destiny awaits there within, above and below to the other side
Who We Are-Electus

between you and i
came nothing nigh
the dream
more than it seems
was pure fiction diction
on fantasy