Careful there, 
meaning maker.
What dark, soft space 
will you climb into 
to find,
to tell you,
Who you are? 
And what you want. 
Or is it the dark, soft 
Itself? 
Pressed against you, 
enveloping, 
shielding?
If you close your eyes
it’s all there is. 
You can lose, 
temporarily, 
even the sheath, 
in that safety.
But it leaves the question, 
doesn’t it…
​Where’s the blade?