they flow and they ebb

[ears____ring]

Watch me as I stumble
Over pretty prose and epitaphs
They flow and they ebb
From you onto me

And oh the intricacies-they don't need a ladder to climb
Or a hand to hold
Or a hum of imperfection-perfection

They are firm in their place
Stable with grace
And the artistry of it all is a shame
To waste

We are in the company of fools and the foolish
The grim folly follows slowly behind
If you want to follow faster
Go right ahead
The words are here for the taking
They flow and they…ebb

And oh how we wish and we pray-
For the hum of imperfection to fade
We weren't blessed with the electric song
Of beauty….of shame…of charm

-me