Chance wanders west hoping to simplify
and find distance. It’s a difficult and often desperate journey to
right now fraught with fear, uncertainty and a need to
find balance between moving on and letting go.
Sympatico’s journey is much the same only imposed
by the will of wicked men.
Risk is an instinct to survive measured against
a willingness to move all in. As emptiness pursues night
Chance retraces the cause and effect of attempting to manipulate
destiny. Sympatico long ago forged
a barrier between right now and what’s been taken.
By themselves they are incomplete. Even together
they are at best pieces of a broken whole.
There are no words to capture pain. No language for loss. This is why
God invented silence.
R. M. Dolin, 2015
