the world puts me to sleep
with its holy charm
and seductive dreams
helplessly
pulled into realities
innumerous
thrown around
one space to the next
but
there’s fruit
studded through the seams
that jerks my eye open
pain is most sweet
that which i defy
that which i fear
Is.
beauty is most ripe
that which i feel
that which i yearn
Is.
love is most raw
that which i see
that which i am
Is.