Poleaxe

She came down on me, from a great height. Just the way Thom Yorke sang it. God, it was beautiful. Really it was. I think the word 'sublime' could pretty much cover it. She moved in this way, and it all happened here. You try to fathom it all, work out the answers, but just let it take you as it intends to. It just wants to have it's way. The fighter, the love, the warrior of every breath. and to leave them in pieces, having truly felt some magic. Take a hammer to the senses, a poleaxe for the heart, make us feel alive in any singular way. When it's over it lives on. Rain down, with all the love you can take. Rain down.

(NOTE- Words, punctuation, grammar. Beyond the rules of language we can step and challenge people as readers, as writers, and as linguists. Never stop evolving. Never stop wielding the weapon and bringing it crashing down on normality. Everything with love, my little ones, everything with love.)