Humanity has a sword named
Insatiable
That can cut you apart
Or sew you together
Depending how you hold it
If you turn it inward
Release the illusions
And anoint this moment
“Enough”
This work
“Food”
This pain
The answer to that prayer for a larger cup, a purer vessel, a higher mark, a sweeter finish on every sip of
“ordinary”
Bless the hunger for love that lingers bitterly
“The road”
Rejection
“Protection”
Emptiness
“Sweet rest”
Then the blade guides you down
Along the muddy edges of the infinite
The unnameable
The asphalt trail from your head to your heart
Landing you before the door inscribed
“Home”
The Eye of the Needle 