Idem Quod*
February 7, 2013

Here is a beaker filled with relief that is aqua pura for us both, brother.

We're here trapped in a desert, though not of our earth too seared, too bitter.

Take it. We're much too merged to court a disagreement as we are facts to each other.

Here we are presently, willing to speak callously, or be in need of a non sequitur.

Any choice of fit innards could revive any trouble provided by a hellish resistance.

There's really no choice, and to be contrary is to be insipid, and only elevates disregard.

It's a willing de-separate mind that slacks a wall once towering our distance.

Evidently, there's no miracle to deny our semblance we often bury in a graveyard.

Latin term: the same as.

© 2013 Jarrod C. Lacy