Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

What happened casually remains -

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff. How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows. Taller than a house the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, at the very brink, in the darkness.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.