it feels good to know you

calmness abiding
we seek meaning and peace
amongst the storming seas
where reason lays
nonchalant across your brow
in a passing thought i see
amongst a field
of flowers and strife
that prettiness is frequent
to feel
even if the view is askew

warped contradiction
plate tectonics
of the brain
with a bellowing back break

how can I show you?
when we use all our words
what is left
besides thought and reason

if i’m pulled down
will you bring me back?