what is the emotional chemistry of care?

who of us has the mind to fashion tactics?

when is inner dialogue an unwritten diary?

who has the reserves within for new ideas?

how are deep feelings carried lightly?

when does one's memory give up its innocence?

how do routines essentially become cathartic?

how does vision establish a retention residence within?

isn't friendship a unique kind of blood relationship?

is truth-telling ever more than a side-portal view?

do we all have a room within, without others in residence?

what makes 'say' anything more than mindfully decorative?

if 'feel' is the garden then who of oneself does the tilling?

so when does an 'idea' get itself dressed up 

and go out into life as an 'ideal'?

if the postures of questions are peering

then is the stance of answers, posing?

why do breath and sound honor such different rules

than physical mass and human behavior?

if time has such strict orderly allegiance in moving forward

then why does human attention have the fervor of embrace?

if pathos and chaos clandestinely meet

does anyone in witness to this become the wiser?

is anything really dramatic unless the context is upholding?

when in life was it a free pass

that when in living it all became a barter?

so, if you and I

were the ice long before the melt

or the flame way before the heat,

could we ever come to know each other 

before we came, by either of those means, to meet?