shasta

My friend.

you flooded the bones of the earth through my blood and I broke...

went all loopy and fractured my mind when I came for something

like peace.

you offered no band-aids,

you gave no consolation,

just power...

roaring and relentless...

you and I not you and I,

or even one,

as there are no countings in fire

and the honesty of stone.

my friend...

my bones and blood...

love is a human thing in what can be dreamed up upon hearing such and even in feeling -

you, kin of sky and the endless wild gestation of it all,

'friend'

is an open playing field that better suits.