clarity

Liquid fire fills
	the empty steel
	wire stretched
	stretched to its
		limit.
There is a desert
	where water is 
	plenteous but it is
	so dry every
	mouth is 
		parched.
Palms are slick
	with sweat so
	that weak and
	trembling fingers
	grasp at air and
	music undanced
		is unheard.
Seeing red is
	common when
	falling from the 
	heights, gravity
	pulling, pulling,
	velocity gathering,
	gathering until
	terminal moments
	find terms of 
	endearment
	at reach by hands
	that reach for
		stop signs.
Crying eyes are no
	good, for what can
	a little wetness do?
		Cause more pain?
Tossing from side
	to side to side
	the ride is rough,
	the Author tough
	but gracious in 
		this eternal pain.
There is no I in 
		Why?
Only You.