brief nugget

I am the briefest nugget
there’s a glint in my gut
where insistence sits
and won’t let go.

You are a taut tight line
strung high at noon.

We walk between two
towers at night
for nothing,
yet do.

It matters immensely,
humility shall
rue the day
we fail to pray.

Complete quiet
persists as wind
whips and twists,
flowers create
hypnotic scent
in mist,
scintillate your
fire-mind.

We parachute
like human kites
into gaping craters
and lakes which wait
to purify what’s fake
and refine what’s great.

The melting begins
its immortal stew
of joy and chagrin.