of course –
i reach out
through a,
guilt ridden conscience
and through human nature
understanding the past
shaping the future

for some,
the unconditional love
of holding a baby –
in their arms
is the love that they need

i realised
how shallow the people were
the hollow sound
of their shuffling feet
the constant drone
of bleat after bleat

every ink felt fumble
every dive into the deep
every shallow tumble
every word i write in my sleep