oh i pray to be elisha
and not his servant
to see the evidence
of armies around me
to not be afraid
i wobble around the edges of this cliff
guarding against the breezes
of obsession, of madness
as far as the east is from the west
my love stretches
and overcomes my senses
that alone does not make the wolves howl
but there are other dimensions
i cannot explain
like how her absence nakedly
interrupts my days
and prods the gray matter of my brain
at night
what was it like to live before this
what was it like to live without this
sometimes, i think it is just a bridge too far
and i may as well plead with fire
as the seas in my heart
do nothing
but roar and cry