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”