Day 442: Stable
∴
stability
can be a crooked thing.
maybe we need
a lack of balance
before we
seek
the scales.
in comfortable corners
we erect safe borders.
we weight to one side
and eventually blind
the rare, rich places;
we bind the sacred spaces.
how could rigidity
win out over love?
how has that become
the preferred?
does she please you?
the structure of certainty?
for me,
she does not move
like a lover.
∴
