seeking and finding

i will rise now and go about the city;
in the streets and in the squares
i will seek the one i love


i'm finding him here
so good

it's a bit amusing
faith met by doubt
doubt met by faith

i feel the length of days being stretched, pulled tight and readied. the weight of my actions lightened by the absence of proverbial gravity in this state. its a good feeling, a strange feeling, a feeling unlike any i've felt, waiting somewhere between the pull and the snap.

this is good
and strange
he is good
and, even, strange