the black kettle’s whistle: destination unknown

if only they knew.

if only they knew that despite the condition, despite the forecast and the trends…

if only they believed…

if only they knew something other then the dark corners of their own skin.

if only they saw, could see what I see.

if only for a little while….

If only they knew…

if only they found their own strength raising the dawn with intrepid fingers, and knew the power of it. if only instead of bi-focals, they wore something that could lift the illusion from their eyes, and gave them a warm seat in a place that contained enough parchment paper to catch all the molting skin, all the pained thoughts, all the visible worries… a place that was strong enough to let the city burn, and leave it’s welts alone for a little while.

If only I had the magical words…. the right combination of unearthly matter to give.