a commute

in the fading blurs of faces and tense weight of bodies in movement and static, i ache for forever. something relentless the pursuing of a life that is see in their eyes. we seem so aimless in our pursuit of meaning. a whisper tells me of the fallenness of all of this. it is so meaningless...understanding so little about the beauty of resting in love. to revel in the frameless beauty of jazz, holding hands to comfort, leaning our tired heads on one another, smiling and enter into the paradox of community. where are we going? i ask. i ponder. where are are we going? and all the while, there is this whisper. that says, our lives are latent with love. love. agape.