I think I love you
but I can only whisper it to a tree
it will remain unmoved
rooted
still
patiently awaiting starry night to rest on it
it wants nothing to do with me
and you
you are too chaotic for the truth
and I need some balance between how I feel
and where I fall because of it
you will run with my words beyond edge of reason
and you will
make it global news
and Earth is not a globe
it is a hole
in a bigger picture of how imprisoned
we are
cut down at will in dark forests of infinity
and no one whispers secrets to us
as we decline into mud of the past
buried beyond resurrection
that too
I am hiding from you