and even as i walk
through the valley of
the shadow of
despair
am i ever buoyed onward by
the
wantonwildgardens
who persist
in preceeding
me there behind mad and torrent falls of water
me there behind hard and silent walls of stone
tended in secred sacrecy
hidden among upreaches
these
flowerbed breadcrumbs
oh so boldly declare
“we too have been here
we too have come to know
that dread isolation of dissonation
of being of a wavelength all of your own
and it is a gift to us to be able to share with you
this truth:
that we ride this rarified frequency too
and you
are you
are you
are you
are you
are
not alone”
