Board Heart

And action. Just as I arrived it appeared. The hallucination wedged-in the chain-link trap. It was there. The illumination as plain as the golden day. Foot-eye coordination, bodily injury and practice at the skate plaza with a spirit of perseverance eventually formed the Board Heart. Unstoppable pressure broke the vessel. Vulgar insults. Broken pieces. The two become one. The painted belly of the board was chipped and scarred beyond recognition; vulnerability displayed. Shared with others.

Enduring love has defied friction while gaining speed against gravity’s odds to take off for the sake of grace. There is no other way. Jagged splinters of the pressed-pine stick into the skin, deep into the bone. The signpost was made from the inward most parts left for all to see as they pass by on the one way street. Time spent here was destined for unseen refinements when the instrument of the Passion appeared meaningful. Who did that?