12 April 2017

There are no secrets

only islands of retreat

sanctuaries where the oxygen is free to all life forms.

 

In a masquerade

who knows what is blissfully hidden beneath

a nerve, a pulse, a twitch

even though it glimmers?

 

Whose wounds leave impenetrable tracks in 

its path along the islands and

beyond…

betrayed

by scars that beg not to be abandoned

because they bear the burden of wisdom.