jackhammers and silk

the map of the heart

never drawn

only felt

much like braille

arteries to bumps on page:

what does this say? do we turn here or not?

is this a dead end

or an on ramp to the very freeway

we've been searching for?

we can only guess

hope

wonder

talk

decide

weigh

outweigh

try to make

decisions

where the best of my self is

is always available,

the best of Me,

who is different

than the armored guard in me

therein lies the cruxt of moi:

marshmallows and knives

and almost everything in between,

then wrapped in a high IQ

it ain't christmas everyday

in this here mind

cotton balls and sledge hammers

meat grinders and old-lady knitters

kittens and piranhas

candy and coffee beans

all in one