tangled glass

the world has sat, frozen, for centuries.

it does not think to make the right move, merely

moving in the direction it is going,

slowly forming into what is necessary

what belongs slowly sliding in place

natural, cozy, perfect

something tells me this world is hiding something

I don't know what it is, though I try and uncover

but what I relinquish

I always am indebted for

and what I control

is always unpredictable

so i sit and wait

and try and comprehend

hoping one day

i will uncover the mystery