The Upshot

Strike me down. Make a choice. Wrap the stars in cotton wool. When it comes down to it we all must pass through roller-coaster days, we all must accept the ebb and flow of life's tapestry as it tells its tale. Like a river, with opposition, like everything we are. Conviction consume me, push me to the post. Rape our uncertainty, fit me in some box of decision. The upshot as ever, all that needs releasing, we are searching for sense and solution. I long for the body of water, the lake of her soul, her ocean, her endless pool of sacrifice, one for another. Love. Only for this. She walks through every door, the last word echoes, to the drop of it all, the earth at the wall, shattering like you never knew a thing.