Every movie laughed at me, failing to understand forever. Misunderstanding the simplicity of gravity, always looking for deeper meaning. Opportunity lost in mist of misappropriation. The Glory discovered in forethought of readiness. Knowing the heartache accompanying grasp in the truth of man’s power in mortality.

She stepped away from a man clearly unprepared. At some point destined to find himself in the productive wiles of temptation and trial. The outcome of this painful realization that rejoicing in growth came with the payment of the best things that life showed in handfuls. Wishing it worked out differently is the regret that growth delivers.

The circus Solaris in the temple of man’s self worship is the altar of our fears and tears. Man seeking dominance while losing partnership and cooperation. A sad testimony of irony and grace. What may be gained is found in what has been regrettably surrendered. A partnership in the sharpening and honing of what could be a man’s formal polish.

Stepped away from the device thinking that the burns could not happen. Only to awaken to stark sight of fears and trials following. No man may find that island that removes him from himself. In self help he wondered, picking at the scabs and scars thinking himself quite fancy. Yet the dawn of her mournful eye haunting to tear’s edge.\

Looking forward offers the difficulty we most fear in slumber. The dream to which unapplied reason and works is bereft of outcomes most pleasant. For the gifts of God are offered all but most are seldom readied, to capture and apply the salve and bathing grace of everlasting life. In the now we are found head’s tucked low from approaching or shadowing cloud. To see all that could be truth if my heart, mind and hand found ready.