Artax-ia let’s say…
breathing in heavy yet noble, gases-
Tinkerbell feelings that expand
And dissipate in a few moments-
A certain adhesive melancholia
Like a snare…
It’s a trap.
Such an aberrant sentiment-
Unflinchingly given and reluctantly- accepted.
Growth is rarely a comfortable present;
at least not in the moment.
More of a gift to be appreciated when one grows older.
Cleverly disguised truth-
A Postmodern Jukebox manifestation of arrested development,
to be waded through both side by side
and often you taking point.
A partner and a challenge-
a teacher and a blessing.
An organized wish come through,
willed by his hands~