It manifests in magnetism, forcing us into collision, peace repelled from shaking bones that knock excitedly in tones, and tones alone; we have no rhythm, nor will to keep our beats in prison. Consider this a jailbreak heart; that broke and loved you from the start.

Become of me the journey’s end, where finally it settles in, embeds in skin, and wriggles deep; begun in sleep, where dreams ascend and bubble through the porous guise, unveiling sparks behind my eyes, encouraging a far idea – from smoky holes they flea, in fear, into my arms. I work to calm, and gain their trust. They may. I must.

Pass me by, but do not slow or come to rest within arm’s reach, just let me feel without a touch, and swear your heart won’t let me go.

Look for me, but do not stare or smile with both your lips and eyes, just say it all with silent sparks, and know I dream of what you dare.

Think of this, but do not sigh, or hide your blues in summer rain, just find your knots and bows untied; come look for me, and pass me by.

You ask why now I question? For years we’ve sidelined inquisition, and never dared or cared to test or tease the beast we left to rest.

You ask what now has altered? But truth be told, we’ve always faltered, and failed to think of what’s to come or plan the path we’ve yet to run.

You ask how you can change? But I don’t want you rearranged, for every piece of you in place is finer than the deftest lace.

You ask when? But I contest! I need to lay this pain to rest. The road ahead forks like a prong; to drop a knee, or move along.

Out of reach from mainland shores – where politics and money churn – known to he who oars or soars and lands or lands on land, in turn.

Unsheltered from the summer storms or shaded from the burning sun, it wets, it cracks, it breaks, it forms, but moves for none. Not an inch. Not one.