the rolling amber grains 
of sunsets steeped:
slowed but unslurred 
kept clear and clean against the blurred
fathoms of abalone grey. 

of kitchen block white 
of office eggshell: embossed business cards
wading thru fleshy handshakes and toothsome grins
currencies of decisions made 

solace grows where the sun shines 
gleaming in, fragmented incountable times 
conjoining every patch of breath it strikes 

matrimoniously 

universal partnerships 
Hell, high water, and parsnips 
equal parts in learned kinships 
to lift up and over , and to be lifted 
ascension to the gods that we freely invent 

life wants to take the name you're born with 
and replace it with the one you've earned 

sometimes 

you have to 

let it 

.