of as the most heavy duty,
all -- tread to dread for -- terrain,
empathy explorer you have ever seen,
or imagined.
I go where angels fear
to put rubber to the load,
cause there ain't no road.
And no easy lines to find an escape from,
or to talk back a better meaning with;
unless you've already lined them
along with you. Because down in there,
looking back through your vision,
of their eyes,
and what has warred upon their soul,
you might just get to know
too much of their defective meanings,
and the hell they've thus described
themselves into. Don't want
to have a breakdown there I can tell you.
And if you do then the winch
you want to wind back from
better be wrapped good and tight
with the lines that have always held you together.
The risk is great but the reward can be too.
For in that deep excursion can you
find the lines of contrast that might
help these people see
better meanings for themselves.
And you can lay those on them
without any judgement,
or specific conceit
of fixing them. Just
something more to inform
a choice that must always be
theirs to deal with.
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