I try to walk the borders of introspection and social commentary, to strike the emotional root note of whatever idea that I'm trying to express, trusting that the reader will better connect with the truth in it on their own terms.
Lady In The Water
Solemnly I discorded
to meddle in the cogs of grace,
Driving faster out of hope to be saved
as angels resisted and devils gained.
And she slid in through a sliver
of light through the open door,
and I thought she was a harbinger
of tragedy or inexorable end,
but she just smiled
that crooked smile
'despair not, but penetrate the night'.