Adam Gunther, “The Shark Moving Onward

The Shark Moving Onward

Adam Gunther

The dripping waves of silence only breaking quorum to shake hands with the sound of broken heels against cracked pavement;

The face of spring stretching to be seen behind impenetrable walls of black, our monolithic winter clouds created night where once there was sun.

How we go on astounds me, The tantalizing. The breathtaking hookers eating up sidewalk; somehow, all of their cigarettes smoked to the exact same length.

A person must only turn their mind off and confidently walk forward — the rest is simple enough. Watch as the world exposes Itself. A sexual game in which I promise to Her that I’ll keep pure secrets clenched to my imperfect body in turn, yet always, I break them open, in cryptic, limited ways.

There’s no allure to secrecy for me, it’s only this life — this perplexing burning candle — revealing itself to me slowly, I take caution to say only what I know to be Mostly True.

And what is that? Just, how I know we all belong together. Endlessly pushing, endlessly coming up short, and yet that’s alright! Pushing creates this beautiful remembrance, leaving the only issue to be remembering honestly and therefore beautifully.