Random nothingness and it’s all begun,
Into the hearth, into the
Belly of passion, not as
An explosion, but as
Magnetic stillness
As the North Star
Or meteorite in motion
Eye finds without sight
And scope
In that instant, a fleeting part
Of an arc, and it seems
So immense, so auspiciously
Random as it
Comes into the core.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.