Calmness.
It’s the
dream that does it all.
It’s an
aspiration, a well-grounded sensitivity,
towards the fearful
unknown.
It used to spring
from without;
now it’s the
sourceful within.
It used to connect
to long-lasting touches;
but now it’s
interiorized.
A self-fulfilling
prophecy,
this which summarizes
one’s conflicts in an eye-contact.
Such contact
communicates both bitterness and sweetness,
in an
unmatched chemical reaction,
blending
each soul; flying them upwards.
It used to
be calmness.
Now, it’s
unstoppable rage,
inexplicable,
but controllable.
