Hard Words Or Dandelion Tea

i. implications are not words-- they rarely cut to the chase merely insinuate the distance between cold sheets of light and the water we throw on our faces to awaken from the gloom and doom on the one-way street that reminds us silence is the path around those razor hedges once words were green fields blue skies filled with echoes and clouds of unknowing, dandelions roar with their big heads poking through and no one hears the wheat grow bending into the softness ii the dance of the apostate circles, whirls and twirls stands on her head laughs at her folly she is the company she keeps and no one is the wiser.