can one
fortitude
compensate
for seven
solitudes?

as several
atti
tudes
dance
in the
sun soaked
breezes
of our mind
's eye.

still raining
still dreaming

still raining
still dreaming

truly.

getting bigger by the minute.

what if
all the ghosts
of your severed
relationships
got together
in one room?

it would be
a pretty big
room.

a pretty
big ship.

getting bigger
by the minute.

the ship
of ghosts
of
relationships
past.

can
i climb
aboard;
or
watch
from
afar

as they
stand at
the rails
calling out
or not.

their
mouths
moving
but i cannot
hear them.

gosh;
ppl you
were so so close to
so close
that you
could feel
the hot breath
of their
beating
heart-soul
energy
as
you
blew yours
for
that
moment in
time

until the
passing sun
or moon
as the case
may be
intervened
lighting
things
just a
bit differently

or, as
science
tells us,
the sun doesn't move
so perhaps
my motion
my spinning
relative to
other
bodies in
motion
shed new light
new shadows

i love
those ghosts
ghosts
though
they
may be.

i love
that
ghost ship
and i
ride on
many others
i'm sure

at the rail
gazing out
rolling, softly
on the
sometimes
tempestuous
sea.

but sometimes our lungs are weak and tired.

enthusiasm
for life
comes and
goes
i guess

sometimes
each little
moment
glistens
sometimes
not at all

sometimes
moments
one
knows
are
glistening
feel
muted,
dull;

can i hang
on just
one moment
more?

doesn't seem
like it
should be
such a chore

but it is
sometimes

sometimes.

this weird
thing we have

the ability
to animate,
truly.

the ability
to blow
words called
purpose and
meaning

into our
balloon called
life

but sometimes
our lungs
are weak
and tired

and sometimes
the air we
blow is leaden

or the air
the balloon floats
in is thin

like the death zone
on chomolungma

buoyancy has
its limits

in air
that is thin

the flow
over the wedge
creating lift

gets more tenuous;

to try to stay
aloft?

or return to thicker
air?

or just
"hang in there"

drifting
between
0 and 1

working to
find the seam

and once found
or stumbled upon
or bumped into

to let it settle
upon one's self
or spring from within

or meet in
the middle
at the seam
in the grain boundary
for a moment
or moments

whatever the
case might be?

or crash
to earth
burning?

or some other
malapropism?

that is the
question

yes,
that
is the
question

if one cares to ask.