"A soft love"

A soft love
A comforting love

A sleepy love

A love that reels you into yourself

    with a song that paints the echo chambers

    of your heart

A love that seeks war

A belligerent love

A love, in its naïve hubris

    sees the folly of its daggers

A peaceful and soothing love

A love not too short-sighted

    or too blind for its own good

A love... just one love

Just one time to love and

    one time to be loved

To allow the edges of the world

    its seams, to disintegrate

A love

The Love

The Love that subsumes all

    even love itself

–M.M.

"Here's a thought"

"Here's a thought," he said to himself.

"I think we ought to think like we are

at the end of our rope." This conversation

was just him trying to unlock the locked

cage he was in. But he wasn't really sure

what to say or what to do to break free

from that cage he made for himself.

"I saw them being so, so happy. I thought of

myself like that sometimes. I mean, I don't see

why I can't be like that." It was a source of naivety

as if he were really speaking from the heart.

But it wasn't really a place he could leap to,

to become something else.

It was a plane beyond that he would have to

propel himself to; far, far beyond—beyond the ire and

the misguidedness that he was and had ever been.

It's just one cosmic ejection, one thing to vault

us far beyond ourselves, that we sometimes need;

that we, that we all, desire.

                                        –M.M.