disaster and despair always so close-all through our lives lurking like folding clouds electric in their eyes-slow predatory movement with such fast impulse- like a pendulum swings an axe on a rope all the systems and collections reaching and unfolding feeling for a strong hand hold-a faint heartbeat growing out of shock love is always close --even when buried deep when guarded by sick spirit and canons and rope willing to risk my life driven pushed and forward into the center of the world to hear just one voice speak the word love