Train, Swiftly

Train, swiftly

without any recognizable pattern:

eerily sacred, this lust.

not unlike

time warps or candy canes;

you mystify me.

Forgive my naivete, but

under these

coordinates, uncalculated,

kerosene-lit maps lead to journeys

immensely dangerous.

not unlike

gluing a hope to the stubborn walls of your mind.

Like 

infinity.

necessarily,

essentially,

secure in insecurity.

? do you tempt me?

? or do I provoke?

- Oct. 26, 1987