Wicker River Chair

I find myself sitting here in this river chair wicker and tilting held stable by a rope sandal under its chipped leg the pickle jar tipped over it's brine fills the river and I watch as it sparkles like glitter and fly off into the purple night sky into the stars to the spiral lattice frame to feed the river new experiences gained woe am I for my steps before now cause demise of stability of hope but fear not I say for hope is not lost for I have found it and once found it is no longer lost it's just pain of choices of steps of torrential crashes I've caused I forgive you oh self and all others involved I'm truly sorry but woe nor worry not for I am whole perceptually and alive for the first time I won't be slipping in brine without knowing it anymore I hope that remains true throughout my life in sorry I love you I forgive you
Risus Invicta Sanctum
The mask falls off revealing tears in its genderless faced eyes crying stops the laughing then laughing begins once eyes open and look within tears follow suit for pain and love must both exist for the other to be percieved at all take this as a comforting gift of love of a creator or not whoms touch may or may not have created the universe that we have come to evolve into and see it's beauty with our own eyes and feel love with our own hearts and think of the times with our own minds