Trust the details of Love

I am not supposed to know details.

Where I came from,

when she died,

what they escaped,

what came before,

or how I came to be

this here now.



and yet to See

the land of a person’s blood

where it leaked from

and where it is going to,



the laylines of a person’s soul


by means

I don’t understand


haven’t “earned”.



a gift given,

a blessing issued,

presenting me with a job