I’ll admit – I’m pretty proud of this one. Seems I’m getting toward some of those true hard honest realities about how it is for some of us – the terror of actual intimacy, the joy at the idea or feel of it… let me know what you think.
I do not so much long for someone to love
as I ache to declare and express it
.
It is me desiring to reach and to give
to avoid the distress of receiving
.
of being “in it” rather than “of” –
having to attend and attune
.
preferring profusion, profession
and forgetting the “ideas in things”
.
that reality’s relational,
fundamentally,
.
opting creation instead, and
demonstrably destitute for it
Polysemic Stupor 
Great last line.
“that reality’s relational,
fundamentally,”
Sounds like one of your two truths for today, no?