And I can’t say
where it began
or where it ends
or if it ever will

It drives you to
the edge of mad
(where you found me)
but with your ever
growing faith
it’s clear

Life is not so
rational
as you would like

Discontinuous
In fact

Time sometimes goes
from front to back
while space folds in
upon itself
and plops you down
in the middle of
you know not
what

Yet still you stand
amidst the fray
(such dark embrace)
to write these words
you promised me

Love is not so
rational
as you would like

But its beauty
drives you still