Featherweight Rosa Far
In this world of either or, we drag toward the other door.
Beyond the vanity of latex stretched tight across human flesh,
there is so much more buried beneath immaculate faces and bleached white teeth.
The gloss, carved peak is all that is showing of this iceberg sunk low,
hiding with the power to sink an entire ship but only showing a reluctant tip.
Forced behind grief, stained clouded walls, we breathe deep on the glass
and draw desperate messages ever traced of love despite isolated fate.
