The Subtleties

The subtlety fractures; 

I feel them. 

As I merge from a smoke hatch, 

My senses acclimate...

And the first thing I notice, 

Is my broken heart- 

The sadness is something I have to search for words to understand, 

Let alone describe. 

And I think about 

How the subtlety 

Is subtleties fractured. 

Man is infinitely, 

Each his own. 

And I think about that that differs 

A man from fully giving into his sorrows, 

Much the way a women may give over to her lust, or a person to their greed, 

Or a decision in the face of two impossibilities. 

The subtlties fracture my mind. 

In some ways, 

I am the energies more than they will ever be me. 

But seems most often, equally I must lay. 

Sometimes stand...