Side by Side

Hallowed be the name of my God who shuffles the heavens and makes the firmament nervous. I remain in his good pleasure, but never feel safe. The look of a pensive laureate and a skittish hare are identical. One stills himself for the purpose of reflection while the other is made stiff to pick up soft noises born of violent intention. Each is trapped in a second reality that coheres lightly with first. Danger and profundity are rare earth minerals. To scour experience for them is no different than plunging a lance into a windmill. I suppose getting work up over either concern is an exercise in treasure hunting. Yet I am full of those kinds of ghosts. The type that visit no more than five occasions in a lifetime. All of that aside, these matters diminish necessary balance of which the upright are renown. You may walk along side me, but do not hope to synchronize the rhythm our travel. Can you learn to move with a peculiar gate that is wide and anxious? No amount of rock salt can stabilize unsure footing. Trust me when I tell you that the ice is present on a warm sunny day. Before my shoe touches the ground once, I have slipped ten times so quick and horribly that major joints face the wrong way. I cannot so much as pause the looping tragedy from being projected in my torturous imagination. Half of my life is a silent prayer for more railing and ample benching. This is no jest. Strong angels have power to take away the legs of a trespasser, and should an offender get them back, do not expect him to reconvene with the same confidence. Certain domains interrogate the tracks of interlopers with chilling results. I don't know why it has to be that way, but the body locks up when surroundings become unfamiliar, and hostile by extension. In fact, any strut is perfected when a sense of careful direction is subjugated by welcome. What does it mean to be lost in a city of brothers? I want to remember how easy steps feel again. To pattern my march after your own is grievous to me at all. You have happy soles that abide cheerfully in any place. My toes are at enmity with my heel, and my knees bend to anticipate a low tackle. I can not just go anywhere. So show me this saunter of peace. I am open to it. This sorted tutorial may even causse me to smile one day. Make me to skip through streets that once required leg braces. Rub your scent on my jacket and grant me safe passage.