love to the brim of breaking..

we’re all forsaking our former forms-
however, every slip-sweet beautiful now is tethered
to the entwined snakes of memory’s web’d pathways.

(swim liminal we shall through life’s watery edges,
and take time and care to trim the hedges)

.forever stretching toward the intangible HOPE of future connection,
dreams crafted out of our utopian revisions,
ideal forms informed by the matrix of experiences re-explored,
re-interpreted, and
interpellated.

(so coax and buss the furry fuzz,
for meaning is as meaning does)