Into the Blue…

From the Landing

Bittersweet is a tacit flavor to the aged.
There and removed – apart yet pervasive:
the comfort that covers, the silent waiting,
the unseen organizer that delivers tidy fragments of the discarded.
A metaphor for the hidden folds of an adult life.
The sadness, the anger, the true silent nature of our beings…
the mute violence, the innocent blunder,
the trespass, the beatings, the rape.
In spite of the darkness and predation,
light throws shadows of the honorable
and rocks the sleepers until morning.

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