poetry?

sometimes the qualifiying factors
which distinguish a blessing
from a curse
are also spacelike
ungraspable

and so my experience
alongside you
which oscillates between comradary
and inferno
leaves me uncourageously
silent

having been entirely touched
inside, i am turned inside out
feeling everything at once
trying to go about business
like simply driving, or walking or talking
and it may seem i am not around
but truth is
what i feel at any given moment
is so profound
i fear the sound of my own voice
i fear the crushing of your very ground

and i see so clearly we had the sense
at least
to bless each other
white and red

that the more you drove me home
the less i said

dead to the world of transactions
alive to the world inside

there is truth in us and always will be