tortion in your look, something has occurred
is it possible that in this judgment we have erred?
is there something gently disguised by the twinkle in your eyes,
and do we mispeak by asking clearly to hear about your week?
it’s not a problem especially and we don’t mean to pry,
but the clenching stress and twitch might yet reveal the lie.
don’t be alarmed by this momentary aberration
it’s just something to note while passing through the station.
something to note about the psyche or consciousness
in this child that walks so bravely and silently among us.
i don’t have much to go on to identify the issue
that belies the remarkable softness as it yields its inner tissue.
a melting implies that we are finally letting go of shape
while holding the gentle infant within the visionary’s scape.
honor comes with engineered development of presence
an opportunity for thoroughbred to open up to essence.