Propinquity.

It is all born
of a unique fact
the long-gone act
of the way we tie
closely together
through space and time;
the closeness defined
stronger than steel
your back against mine;
knowledge of Life
given to us by;
the archaically blessed
and most ancient of divine;
passed along down
a dried-out bloodline;
the circumstance
concocted like potion
of happenstance;
that tickling, vague notion
rolling and bending
like the tides in the ocean;
but never broken
beneath such crushing mass
a written word –
not anything spoken;
the act of
being based upon;
a kindred spiritual root
that grows deep and ever-long;
they tried to bury
something so incredibly strong
a truth they’ve kept in secrecy
and in the midst
of their stupidity,
the feebleness makes them forget
a scary variant
the element
of our propinquity.

8 thoughts on “Propinquity.

  1. Reblogged this on Mocking Bird Down and commented:

    My J, much more eloquent with words than I – when she pays tribute to our friendship always leaves me feeling as though I am too blessed. Our bond is impenetrable, as is her strength. Thank you for your reminders, of what I mean to you. Those reminders come at the right times as always – and you my J, are a treasure the fires beneath the oceans offered up – I like to think – just for me. Love you. x

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