dressing you

just a figure
     
obscured by waking you, softly.

        you,
  in this light.
        
    i dream
 
          and smell of dreams

and i
breathe
   the first time.
   
         you,
       softly.

you, unfolding your sleep,
  
  warm, from life.
         
i
can hold
     onto this.
  
light.
          here,

here,
 
       here are the
              pleasures
     of dreams.

‘yes, i’m here.’

          like
a sickness
    
       other, too,
    
will always return,
always find a way back again.
       
      but,
such is worse;

they thought.

  they thought --
          away.

with
it, with it,
with it, with it,
    with it, with
       it, with it, with it, with
        it, with
          it, with it,
with it, with
it,
     
with the place that is
here’ but isn’t ‘here'
nor is there 'there.'
       
        and we seek
a return. 

a return to
the known.

     the unease
bid farewell
bid farewell bid farewell.

layers

peeling the layers of an onion
the dried skin
flaking away
down to the off-white flesh
of the fruit
to uncover
to unfold the
and separate the layers
that tell stories
yes, unfold

butter and marmalade on toast

      take
it all just here and now.
         
so perfectly;

i’m not sure where,
just this notion of heaven

as one piece of
perfect toast
with butter and marmalade.
     
         i’m not
sure where.
     
fresh from the oven
and attention to detail.

   if heaven is as finite
 as one piece of perfect toast,
i'll take it.
        
     i was
told
   
heaven is this,
right here and right now,
this.

    i believe it because
i can reach
out and touch it --
taste salty butter
and sweet marmalade.

body tell me things

     in
dreams body
 tells me
things
      i study
you, body
     so inadequate
you, body
so
     very
loved yet
so inadequate for this
yet so loved
    body always
defending
with
bloated
     gut full of
toxic residue
in moments of
nakedness and rawness
in dreams
body tells
me things
   how, now, do i not
have affection, body
but primal
     body
     tells
     me in
dreams body
always
defending
naked intimacy
not affection
body tells me
things
    subtle way of arm over stomach
or back
         of hand over face
to hide pain or even joy
or even joyful pain
         body
tell me things
 how now do
        i not have affection
       for you body
how could i have
withheld it before
body tell me
things
       i study
you
in solitude and
moments of
        primal intimacy
things told
body tells me things
body
i’m sorry body
in dreams body wakes me
in tears
body wakes me shaking
from toxicity
of guilt
of fear
of known unknowns
i study
you you you
body

lilac (I.)

buds turned inward;
          this is
how
nature
          teaches
   us of
us
        teaches
us that
we must take
we must
let go
last years buds
turned inward upon themselves
as memories
only a
lilac tree could hold these lessons
         with
such bold defiance
         with such
     bold defiance
     blossoms
so near birth
       & last
        year’s buds just memories
we
must accept
in time
       we
      must

lilac (II.)

     only a lilac tree
could
reveal
this
     how nature
      teaches 
us of us of us
that
we must let go
      blossoms so near
          birth
       & last year’s buds
  now just reminders
     

lilac (III.)

the lilac tree
is again ready
with blossoms so near
birth
& last year’s buds
now just reminders
turned inward upon themselves
this is how nature
teaches of us of passing
instructs us that
we must accept
in time
we must also let go
in time
all seasons
and their memories
only a lilac tree
could
reveal this
with such bold defiance
with such subtle grace

just tracks

 between the rows
of vegetables
     
just tracks now

       in mud

a direction changed
mid-stride

so graceful
     
the deer 
running between the rows

so graceful
 
         even
as
they change direction

       mid-stride
        
      so
graceful

   just tracks

now
     
in mud between the rows
         
so graceful

breakfast.

little is
said.

       i
     wonder
          what
      we’d share.
    
   as i
        do myself;
          
if language was there,

if
language was
        fluid,
         
and our presence

       and...

it'd
   fall away,

      if
   we’d share.

        and our presence
          gentle

       for breakfast.

 
         
      i
     wonder
      if we
just spoke our presence

     as i do myself;

   i with me
  for breakfast.

i
sit with
         me for breakfast.
  
i
     with me for breakfast.
  
i wonder what silence would taste like.

gentle,
no doubt,
if language was fluid.

i sit with no words,
 
         silence,
     
      and our minds said,
'i wonder.'

leaf (I.)

leaf between pages pressed.
     i have pressed
a leaf between pages.
far ahead, somewhere,
far ahead,
i have not read the chapter yet.
dark purple & crimson,
veins crimson,
crimson,
i may not read the chapter
at all.
     i do not remember
from when
from which
from when
from when
from which season -
     it does not matter,
it has passed.

leaf (II.)

held
between pages not yet read.
  a leaf
pressed between book pages unread.
   far
ahead,
   in life.
       life.
in a chapter far ahead.
         from a season unknown.
a leaf with veins
crimson.
home, in timelessness,
inquisitive,
          and free.
a
    leaf
between book pages.
far ahead.
 home, 
   as a child, ever inquisitive.
          from
      a season passed
or one still ahead.
         home, in all the
    unknowns,
       home, with all the unknowns.
        pressed in
a chapter;
i have pressed a leaf
between book pages.
far
ahead, in life.
        life.
  life.
life.
life.
life.
    life.
          life held
in
questions.
 held, as a child,
not yet jaded,
safe in the unknowns and   
  questions.
questions.
questions.
questions.
questions.
a leaf
from a season passed.
     a leaf held
         between book
pages.
          far ahead,
        in a
timeless state;
as a child laughing
   at
      the rain.
   a leaf, dark purple,
  with crimson veins.
        home,
this is what i seek,
as would a child.
home.
far ahead, in life.
life.
        life.
    life.
   life.
         life.
        life.
  life.
life.
life.
         life.
     life.

leaf (III.)

i have pressed a leaf
between book pages.
in a chapter i have
not yet read.
a leaf, dark purple,
with crimson veins,
from a season long passed.
from a season held
in a timeless state;
as a child laughing at
the rain.
a child not yet jaded,
ever inquisitive,
curious and free.
a child ever-safe
in the unknowns,
home with all the questions.
questions wrapped in life.
life held in questions.

morning

then morning &
fragmented light

shift

arrival of day
  pale sky
star-spotted

   i wonder about
night and melancholia

not me
     
when
  day slows its arrival so
so

just
night in which to be
melancholy
 
then day
 with barely definable memories

not me        

tell ourselves

   to tell
ourselves,
"such weather is fine,"
is
    easy.
to
tell ourselves,
      "the end is here & reveals itself in the
form of
a-rhythmic
     gusts
       that beat the house,"
is well and true.
or
so
we had
     seen it before
and tell ourselves such again.

this journey

this journey
a mix of drudgery
   and nostalgia
and pure, unmatched beauty.      
relinquishing;
an act.
i was born
on the wrong journey.
        a mix
      of beauty and nostalgia.
         relinquishing;
like this
bird calling out with
         such laughter.
       i start to wonder
if i
      was born
   the
wrong
      species.

sun

the sun,
crawling
on the linoleum tile,
      a
       spectacle.
 i
         would
          bore
        of this, too.
       celestial power &
vigor
caught in the undertow. 

i still retain my youth

bruised ego;
to see a child’s life as
        one continuous line,
confronting unknowns.
       in my stomach, all night,
a feeling of being adrift.
get up.
get upon.
the
   first light of dawn.
        should i wake?
 to
run and charge.
i
   still retain my youth.
         your hands like the
       the first light dawn, too.
      i am the
  first of dawn.
        i still
retain my
      want. my need.
      maybe the night --
should i
confront
the night?
should i
want to
talk with darkness?
     

holding

  still hold
it;
   will hold it.
 awake.
 there when i
wake,
  alone,
      in
   what -- in that.
          dead hair
on
pillow when waking.
     and
         me...
    but i awake,
     alone, a sigh in 
mouth,
just a sigh.
      from my pillow,
      and me.
but i awake, alone,
in what?
     release;
       one release
     of hair to
tell stories.
      my own self
up
in
what. 
       this emotion
  wrapped up
in unison
between this
      self.
passed hair left on
pillow
     and me.
  but i awake,
      alone, in what.
    constant release
of hair
  telling stories.
       my
own left on my pillow.
sighs that feel
like a giant exhalation.
       appear in
dreams
      and we exchange heated
breath
   because words are
      dead.
constant release.
  one release.
one release.
of sighs
   telling stories.
my
own thing…
         i’m not certain
yet for something…
       i’m not
         certain yet for something…
i’m
not certain.
the constant release
of held breath.
holding.
holding.

the story

          hoping
on
ever
      and hoping,
  with
a blank wall,
        without.
but just
endlessly
that i
    don't falter.
      amen.
       tired;
  and
this
       is the story, right?
this
is the story, right?
  this
  is the
story, right?
this
      is
the story.but
      just endlessly,
      that i don't falter.
   amen.
hoping for ever
      and
      this
  is
the
         story,
      right?
this
is how
        it goes;
     trying not fall.
hoping
  in love.
trying to get drunk
     but just
          end up
         sick and this
          is the story, right?
     this is how it
goes;
      tired
      and hoping
      to
  get
     drunk
but just sick
and staring
  at a blank wall,
        with a blank
wall,
with a
      blank
wall,
with a blank
wall,
       with
  a blank wall,
with a blank wall.
     hoping
         without hoping
not to need
as not
to
not too much
need as not
to...
          hoping endlessly
  that i
  don't falter.
amen.
hoping.
amen.

i am awake.

and wonder
     
now?
     
         i
   am looking.

when i
      can’t

see outside
     
it is raining.
    
       now?
       
i stop and wonder
  
      now?
      
      i stop and
wonder
     
i
am looking.
       
   what
   would it matter?

     nor, could it be raining.

nor, could it matter.

now?
     
    i stop and wonder.
     
now.
      
  i stop caring.
   
       i am awake,
as before.
    
i stop
       and wonder.
     
now?
  
       i
     am
          looking at a reflection
           
      what
          place of neither?

then i can’t see outside.

         it
  is
raining.
     
     i stop and
wonder if i
     awoke too
    early.

    did i woke
before?

i
   stop caring.
   
    what
   would
   it matter now?

 it is raining.  

the reflection of the sky

    sky
   
   in the
      looking glass, murky water.

      a
looking
      glass in snow-melt puddles.
   
a
          looking glass,

       a looking glass.
    
 murky water --

a looking glass of murky water.

here, in december

vastness
       
that
barely touches,

almost the
         same of myself.

slip,
   
so far from the
      earth.

i witness the
  two stretches of
land
         
and
         waves that cradle,
       gently,
this place of past and prsent.
       
it
seems endlessness;

  i’m the vastness -
      endlessness.
     
the two stretches of land

  release the past &
   
      fold inward.

eternity

reflection to
devour “i will.”
     
          i
feel time --
       
measured time;

measured
time;

measured time;
     
   measured from hunger
     to fullness, from sadness to
impossible impossible joy.

   
    in early dawn  i study light .

     i
might, i might,
remeasure time;

          measured time from hunger to hunger.

perfect stride

once

to
marvel
      
  
      at a flower
in time where it is a

        gradual occurrence --
   
      but it is never.
        
something          
that
     is
an occurrence but it is
    never
so slightly.
     
         maybe
        the beauty of isolation

    i stand there for a moment,
in isolated
       i stand.

and where
       it
   isn’t,
the other?

how i never became a farmer

i stopped harvesting with gloves on.

about story;
        
      my fingers in the
unseen the earth,
        
in the
          unseen under the
    
surface, once i felt
       so
far from the earth.
      
i
study
the fields,
   
   constant, moving.


moments on moments
     
         worked in and with
   the earth.
       
the lineage isn’t

   i stop...

and
     removing root vegetables by
       hand;
on delicate
hands.


  my fingers &
      my skin become
stiff
   
once delicate hands.

eternity (another version)

is forever.
is forever?

had i
   been told it was night i
 of life, holding the
earth dotted by morning.

had i been
          told it was night of pink;
strips of life.

holding reflection of land and body.

   measured time;
  measured time;
measured time;
measured this.

is form, seamless

i was blind

if
 i was
 blind, what
 a
 sunset looks
 like?
 explain,
 father,
 on
 the
 phone. “dad,” i said, “can
 like?”
you
 explain to me, as
if i was blind, what a sunset looks
 if
 i was blind, what a
sunset looks like?”
 a sunset
 can
 you explain
 to me, as if i was blind,
 what
 i look like?”
 can explain to
a sunset
  me,
 i
 was
 blind.
what a
sunset looks.
her
on the phone.
“dad,” i said, “i was blind”
one
night
my father
said, “can you explain to me, as if i was
blind?”
explain to me.
“dad”
“dad,” i said,
“can you explain to me i was

cricket solo

as dew does
/ cricket solo and
chill settles / cricket solo
and chill
settles /
maybe,
night were / maybe stills
as dew
 does / cricket
 solo
 and chill settles
 / cricket
 solo
and chill settles / cricket solo and chill
settles /
 if night if
 night if night were / maybe
 stills as
 dew
 if night
does
/ maybe stills as dew does / if
night if night / this /
  if night were night / this / if
night if night were / maybe stills as
dew does / cricket
 solo and
   chill
 settles / if night
 were /
if night
  maybe stills as dew does / maybe, night
  
 were / maybe stills as dew does /
 maybe stills as dew
 does /
 if night
 night were
were
 night if
 night
if night if night if night f night were
 / maybe
 stills
as dew does / cricket solo and chill
settles / if
 night
 if
 night were / maybe stills as
dew does / if night were / maybe stills as
dew does / maybe, night were
/ maybe, night were night if night were
night were
 night / this /
 cricket solo and
 chill settles
   
/ maybe stills as dew does / cricket solo
and chill settles /
cricket solo
and chill settles / if night if night if
night
cricket
solo and chill settles
/
if night if night were night were night were
night were / maybe
stills
/
as dew does
maybe, night if night

re·lease


released emotion
: Moving releasing
Transience to
escape from
form, but
that’s ok
Passing
seeking
Feel intoxication
Feel removal
: Moving from - to, but
that’s ok
Passing, and
thereby process of...
re·leasing, and
thereby process
of...
re·leasing, and
the
releasing, and that’s ok
Passing from, strong or
enabling escape from, strong or
repressing, and
that’s ok
Passing
Transience to escape from/form/through a
known act.
How to:
Taking a
similar experience to
escape
from conceit, but that’s
ok
Passing, and
the release,
Removal
Feel intoxication
– alleviation & removal
Feel intoxication –
alleviation &;
emotional
 based - emotional removal
How to:
be Capable
Let go
of Will
/
artistic decisions based
on emotional
Exchange
Nurture
Addressing emotions
Exchanging;
Passing -
Transience - from,
strong to enabled /
artistic decisions based on
emotional
Exchange
Nurture
Addressing
Transience
to
intoxication
Feel
intoxication
To be;
re·lease;
a release of...
Removal
Feel
intoxication based
on emotions

directness

with reassured
    directness
         moved
the
sun
no
longer paling
sun
it moved longer paling
the
was
no
longer
paling
it moved
moved
the
with
sun
it moved in that way
directness
moved the
 sun was no
 longer
paling
 with
 reassured

to begin again / earth

fear
will
lead
 to for then, as i do
 here.
 earth,
 i
 now.
 though
 true for
 something.
 is it in your some can be;
 stranger a
 breath?
 earth, what is
 this bent in the warmth
 of
 my hair is
 dependent
 heightened by that is deep rest, without
 stammer, do
 you long,
 deep
 rest, kind
 would get love.
 is the same as if
 we do rest,
 kind would get
 lost on
 something.
 earth,
 i now i longer
 a breath?
 earth i wanted to the sky breaks us if
 we
 do here.
 i
 do
 not enough true for then, as
 if we do
 here.
 a
 rest,
 kind would get
 lost
 on
 something.
 earth, i
 awake trying through
 true form.
 is the warmth
 of my hair
 is they entangle syllable
 to form.
 is
 then, anew, each
 day, each
 day, each
 day, each day,
 each day, each day, each day, each day,
 earth
 now.
 then, as
 i
 have not reconstruct it was you call?
 i wonder standing the land;
 genuflecting and direct.
 earth,
 calling,
present.
no, your
 soil.
 i
 would
 get
 lost on
 something.
i longing?
 earth.
earth,
 i
 awake
 trying
 and not crave not entangled.
 earth,
 the
 without stammer, now
 known from labor.
 earth, that
 a
 voice
 the witness the still lead to
 foreign
 words,
 that is a
 common too much
 fear,
 emptiness
 then, anew,
 each day,
 each
 day, each day, each
 day, earth, rather that
 shakes, a voice
 they
 entangle
 syllable to begin again, as
 i do
 not known from labor.
 earth, i
 just
 was
 broken.
 earth, then, as i do you
 call?
 i would get love.
 earth,
rather
 they
 entangled.my voice that
 a few months bent
 upon how
 i longer a creative act;
 a common too much
 fear will
 moment, each day, each day,
 each day,
 each day,
 each day, each
 day, each
 day, each day, each day,
each day, each day, each
day, each day, each day,
 each day, each day,
 each day,
each day,
each day,
 each day, each
 day,
 each day, each day, each day, each day,
 each day,
 each day, each day, each
 day, each day, each day, each
 day, each
 day, each
 day, each
 day, each day,
 each
 day, each day,
 each
 day, each day,
 each day, each day,
 each day,
each day,
each day,
 each
 day, each
day, each
day, each
 day,
 each day,
 each day, each
 day, each
 day, each day, each
 day,
 each day,
 earth, them.
 earth,
 do now.
thought a
horse’s long
with myself is a breath?
earth, i
do now.
then,
as if we
do not recalling,
present.
then, as gifts extending it wanted to form
itself is a
continuous
journey, moment, each day, each
day, each
day, each day,
each
day, each
day, each day, each day,
each
day

dance, or maybe

dance,
 i
or maybe sweet
 sorrow
  begin
 to wonder
 what
 dance
 i begin
 to
 i begin
to
wonder
 what makes
 them
 dance
 or maybe
   make...
 teach me
 teach
what they can
  me
 what them
 dance
 or
 maybe
 sweet
 sorrow
 i
 begin
 to wonder
 what makes
 them
 dance
 sweet
teach me
dance
 i begin
   i begin to wonder
 what
 makes
 wonder
or
 maybe sweet
 i begin to
  what makes the
          teach me
     what makes them
or
   maybe sweet
 sorrow
 what makes
      them
 dance
 i
 begin to
dance maybe
what makes me
 what
 makes them
 dance sweet

fluttering heart

sour.
 i
 left friendships turned sour.
 i
 left the
 trembling
 and
 friendships turned
 sounds of
 trains
 rumbling
 hands
 and
 fluttering hands
 and fluttering
 hands
 and fluttering hands
 and
  and friendships turned sounds of trains
 rumbling
 and fluttering
 hands
 and
 friendships turned sour.
 turned sour.
 i left here
 i
fully.
  turned sour.
 i
 rumbling
 and fluttering hands
     and friendships
 turned sour.
 i left the walls
 i had
 confront the
 monsters.
  and
 fluttering hands
 and fluttering hands
 and
 fluttering hands
 and sounds of trains
 rumbling
 and
 fluttering hands
 and
 i left.
fully.
friendships turned sour.
  i left there
  i left.
 there
fully.
  i couldn’t be
  fully.
 i left the monsters.
 left.
 i could be
 insane and fluttering hands
 and fluttering hands
 and fluttering
 heart.
 i
 couldn’t
 be there
  fully.
  fully.
i left
 i couldn’t be there

thunder

 cries
 is
when there
  thunder.
 memories when there
 is thunder.
 your being
 which branded
 itself
 on
 your
 being.
 your being;
 subtle
 reminder
 of your being.
 subtle reminder of
 seeking that of
    your being.
 your being –
 that of your being;
 that
 of years,
 of new beginnings.
 like that
 of years
 & new beginnings.
 like that which branded
itself on your being.
subtle reminder –
fibers of years
of tests
tests
that of
memories
memories when there
is thunder of years
of tests of
when there
is thunder
of your being

the bees and the wild


how i felt. i was through.
to
but i always shifted
      to they moved,
how the wild flower
the bees.
the park.
passes through.
but i always sat for long time,
watching,
they fluttered from one flowers
and, for
a long
time.
watching
people
in motion,
people
they
moved,
how i felt. i was sitting, motion,
people in the park.
passes through.
my mind was through.
i always sat for a
time,
long
watching
people & the
bees.
i
would sit and,
for a long
time,
the
watch people & the bees.
bees
& the
flowers...
wild
but
my mind was through.
but my
mind was
standing
and directionless of how i
felt.
i was through.
          my
mind was...
but i always
sat for
a long time
in the
park.
but my mind always shifted,
always.
people
the exact opposite
of deep understanding
and directionless.
i
but
always
to
shifted
the bees.
the exact
opposite
of deep
understanding
of deep
the exact opposite
understanding.

monologue

i
 was privileged
 with a sense
 of directness
 and acceptance
 sharing
 i
 was privileged
 with a sense of directness
 and acceptance
 sharing was privileged
 with
 a sense of directness
 and acceptance
 sharing and acceptance
 sharing and
 i
acceptance
  was privileged
 with a sense
 of directness
 and
 absorbing
 my own echo
 i had
 a dream in
 which
 i could feel
 myself
 a monologue
 that
 seem predetermined
 randomly
calls out
  or maybe just to
 myself
 a
 monologue
 because that’s all there is
 i
 had a dream in
 which
 i could feel myself
 a monologue
 because that
calls out randomly

smell the earth

smell
 the
 earth
linger
as this does
 is
what was once tied
 to memory
  now and
      is now...
i am seeking a return
  tied
was once
  to memory
 is now the
 earth
the
  would linger
 what was
as this does
  once tied
 to memory
 is now
 soil
 the smell of earth
 would
 does
linger
 as this
  what was
 once tied
 to
 memory
 is now the smell the future
 i
 am
 seeking
 of
it still smells
  earth
 jar
does
my last morning
 in the
  of earth
 as this
would linger
   what
 was
 once tied
 is now
it
to memory
   still smells
 of earth
  would linger
as this does

 what was
 once
  dampness
 soil
tied
 to memory
 is now the
 jar of
 earth
 my last morning
 handfuls
in the darkness i put
  into the jar
 it
 still smells
 handfuls
in the darkness i put
  into
 the
 i
it
 still smells of the
       i remember collecting the future
i am seeking
 never thought
future
   the
 from
a small
smell of dirt
   danish
 island
 i never
 the
thought
  future
     i am seeking a return
this does
  what
 was once tied
 to memory
 is now...
 i never thought
 then wrapped it
 in
 clothing
 a return
 i never
thought
 the
 smell the
 future
 i never
thought
 then wrapped
 it
 in clothing
 the
 smell
 of earth
 of joy
 of
 of
dreams
 and seasons
  joy and
 seasons
  of joy and
first time.
 you, unfolding
 you with finger
 tips and
 smells
 i moved
 by pleasures
 of dawn.
 the firm hands;
 drawing your sleep,
 and work.
warm flesh, comfort
  they are
old too.
 i dreams
 and seasons
 of
 joy and words
 not
 understood here,
 here,
 here, here,
 here,
here, here,
here,
  here,
  here,
 here,
 here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
 here, here,
here,
  here,
 here,
 here, here,
 here,
 here,
here,
here,
 here,
here,
 here,
  here,
 here,
here,
here,
 here,
here,
 here,
  here,
 here,
 here,
here,
 here,
 here,
  here, here,
 here,
 here,
here,
  here,
 here, here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here, here,
 here,
here,
  here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
here,
here,
   here,
 here,
here,
here,
here,
 here, here,
here,
 here,
 here,
  here,
 here,
 here,
here,
  here,
 here,
 here,
here,
  here,
 here,
here,
here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
 here,
here,
  here,
 here,
 here, here,
here, here,
  here,
 here,
 it again
here
  as if
 forever.
 a comfort
 and work.
 they
 are old too.
 i dress
 and work.
 the firm hands;
 drawing you
 the early
light.
 i explore in blue of
 dressing
 with fingers,
 bent from
 life and
 work.
they are old, this light.
this light

wake wake awake


morning light enters
fragmented,
it enters, splinters, splinters,
splinters, splinters,
splinters, splinters,
splinters, splinters, splinters, splinters,
splinters, splinters, splinters,
past
venetian
blinds
in pieces,
like
thoughts
in fragments.
morning light enters
fragmented
it enters, splinters, splinters,
splinters, splinters,
splinters, splinters, splinters, splinters,
splinters, splinters, splinters,
blinds
in pieces,
past
like
thoughts
in fragments.
thoughts;
i am awake
awake
wake wake
awake

the breeze shifts slightly

the
 memory
  the
 room is filled with
 its
 scent
 all
 fleeting
 this
 an act
 of color and
 smell
  it matters
 little
 the room is filled with
 its
 scent
   like
 all fleeting this
 an act of color and then
 if then
 if then
if then
 if
 then
  if
 the
 words to describe
 so quickly
 it becomes another
 memory
   the
 right
 ones
  one might

 the
 aroma
 an act
is a lilac blossoming
 this
  only a human would
 see release
 an act of desperation
  it
 matters little
 the
 breeze shifts slightly
  the
 aroma
 is gone
 but only a
 human would
 see release of color
 and smell
 one might ones
 act of color
 and smell
  one might ones
  act
like all
 fleeting things
 this an
   the breeze
 shifts slightly the
 aroma
 is gone

emotionally imcomplete

 -
- practice
 being quiet.
  practice being quiet.
 -
 practice being quiet.
 - practice being
 quiet.
-
practice being quiet.        -
do not overextend you receive;
make sure
make sure the energy you receive;
yourself (physically, emotionally,
emotionally, emotionally,
emotionally, emotionally, emotionally,
emotionally, emotionally, emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally, emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally, emotionally, emotionally,
emotionally, emotionally, emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally,
emotionally,

sacred embodied

as sacred;
to look at something -
i.
to look at something.
 to touch embodied fragility
 praised.
 to touch embodied fragility
 praised
 as sacred.
and
 see
 strength.
 i want to understand
   how to understand
 how to see,
 to touch
  sacred.
 i want to understand
 to understand
 how to understand
 to understand
 how...
to see it
to
fragility
  as sacred;
  look
 at
 something.
 to
to
 look at
 something.
 to look at something.
  look.
 to touch embodied
 fragility
 praised
 as sacred.
 i want to
 see myself
  as sacred.
 i
 want to see it
 as sacred;
 to touch
 embodied fragility
 praised
 as strength;
 to touch embodied
 fragility
 praised
 as strength.
  to look
 at something.
 to look at something –
 and see it as sacred.
 i want to
 understand
 how to understand
 how to praise strength.
  strength.
 sacred.
 i want to
 praise something.
 to look
 at something.
 to
 look at
 something.
 to touch
 embodied fragility –
  praise something.
to look at something.
      to look at something.
 
 to
 touch
 embodied
 fragility
 to praise
 something.
       to look
at something.
 to touch embodied fragility
 to praise something.
 to look

the to the the the

to the
the
to the
the
the to
to the
to the
and i’m told
of
this
the
known the
to the known the
 and i’m told of
 this
 the
 the known the
 the
 to the to the known
 the to
 this
the known the
 and i’m told of
  the to the known the to the to the
 and
 i’m told of this
 the to
 the known the known the
 to
 the
 and i’m
 of
told
  this
 the
the known
  to
 the known the
 and i’m
 told
 of this
 the known the
 the
 known
 the
 and
 i’m told of this
 the to
 the to
 the known
 the to the known the
      and
i’m told
 of this
 the
 and i’m
 told
 of
 this
 the to the
 known the to the
 and again
 begins
 the
 and i’m told
 of
 this
 the
the known
  and again begins
 the to
 the
 and again begins the the
 and i’m told of
 this
 the known the to the
 the
known
  to the to
 the to the
 and
 i’m told of this
 the
 to the
 to
 the known the
 the known again
 begins the
 the to the to the
 to
 the
 and i’m
told of
 this the
 the to the the
 known
 the
 and again
 begins
 the and
 again begins the
 the known the
 the
 known
 the
 and again
 begins the
 the known the
 to the
 the known the
 known
 the known the
 and again begins the
 known the
 the to the to the
 and again begins the
 the to
 the known the
 the
 to the
 i’m
and
  told
 the
of this
  known the
 to the known the known the
 the to the
 known
the

hey, you’re still alive.’ the jury’s out

alive.
the
jury’s
out; the jury’s out;
you’re
the general idea is that; ‘hey,
still alive.’
the jury’s out; the general idea is that;
'hey,
you’re
still
alive.’
the general idea
is that; 'hey, you’re still
alive.’
 jury’s out;
the
 jury’s out; the
  the general idea
 is that; 'hey, you’re still
alive.'the jury’s out; the jury’s out; the
jury’s out; the jury’s out; the general
 idea is
 that; 'hey,
 you’re
 still
 alive.'hey...
 general idea is that;
 'hey, you’re still alive.’ the jury’s
 out;
 the jury’s out; the jury’s out;
 the jury’s
out; the general idea is that; 'hey, you’re
still alive.’ the jury’s
 out; the jury’s
 out;
 the general
idea is that; 'hey, you’re still
alive.’ the jury’s out; the jury’s out; the
    jury’s out; the
 out; the
jury’s
  jury’s out; the
 jury’s out; the jury’s out; the
 jury’s out; the
 jury’s
 out; the jury’s out; the
 jury’s
out; the general idea is that; 'hey, you’re
still
 alive.’ the jury’s out;
 the general idea is that; 'hey,
 you’re still alive.’
 the jury’s
 out; the general idea
 is that;
 'hey,
 you’re still alive.’
 the general
 idea is that; 'hey, you’re
 the
still alive.’
  jury’s out;
 the
jury’s out; the jury’s out; the general
idea is that; 'hey,
you’re
still alive.’ the jury’s
out

hide


hide
in the open,
to
 hide
in the open,
hide in the
open.
to hide in
plain sight.
it
     is beautiful and horrifyingly
it is
   beautiful and
    horrifyingly
lonely.
         it is possible
to hide in plain sight.
it
is beautiful
and horrifyingly
  lonely.
  is
possible to
hide
  in the open,
 to hide.
 to hide.
in the open,
        to hide in
    plain sight.
it possible to hide
in the open --
to hide in the
open. to hide
    in the open.
it is beautiful
  and horrifyingly
lonely.
it
is beautiful
and
horrifyingly
lonely.

a portal

barren
field.
is it
possible to hold both?
the sun sets in one
  and seems to rise
 in a portal.
 sky
 in a
 portal.
 this
 is the
 the sky
reflective;
  in
 the other.
 the
 choice of
 a
making murky water
  looking murky water
 a
 looking murky water
 a looking glass,
 a portal.
 this
 is
 the sky
 in a portal.
 looking
 murky water
 a looking
 murky water
 a looking
 murky water
 a looking murky water
 a
 looking murky water
 a
 looking glass,
 a portal.
 this it possible to hold both?
 the sky in a
 portal.
 the sun sets in one
 and seems to hold both?
 the sky
 in a portal.
 is is the other.
 this
 it possible to hold both?
 the sky
 in the
 choice
 of perspective of the other
 in a portal.
 is
 it possible to hold both?
 the sky
 the
in
  the choice
 of perspective;
 the sky
 in a barren
 field.
 is it possible
 to hold both?
 the sky
 in
 a portal.
 this is possible to rise
 in a portal.
 the sun sets in one
 and seems to hold both?
 the reflection of the
 reflective;
the reflection of the
sky
in a portal.
the choice
of
making murky water
a looking
murky water
a looking
murky water
a looking murky water
a looking
murky
water
a looking murky water
a looking murky water
a looking murky water
a
murky water
looking
a
a
looking glass
looking glass

oh fear

them not.
understanding.
when dialogue
became
the memory;
oh
fear.
oh
fear.
fear.
oh
oh fear.
oh
fear.
 oh
 oh fear.
fear.
  oh fear.
 oh fear.
 oh fear.
oh fear.
 oh
 fear.
 oh
 fear.
 oh
 fear.
 oh fear.
 oh fear.
 oh
 fear.
 oh past
 oh fear.
 oh fear.
 oh fear.
 oh fear.
oh fear.
  oh
 fear.
fear.
 oh
  oh
 fear.
 oh fear.
oh hurt.
 dim light still present,
 and memory.
 oh hurt.
 dim light
 to cast the shadow -
 the shadow -
 the
 memory.
 and tear each other apart.
 when dialogue
 became
 monologue
 became history of hurt.
 i,
  in a single fingertip
on and the floorboards
 and memories
and the
of self
shadow;
the
empty, the
other
apart.
by dim light still
present,
and understanding.
the memory –
oh fear.
oh fear.
oh hurt.

somewhere

         a blurred line between woman moving
with you & singing, too.

it was thinking and waking.
      
I like (by) that.
   
I could hear
       you singing sounds &
you moving, too.
  
         it seemed, even in the clicking
go,
    of
a wooden frame.

        it seemed to take
both steady and stop
to disturb the air.

    Life walks
in love with you on the change from
  day and waking.

I  could
      let go
    
of the rope,   
the stillness
   of my night.
        
    I
  liked that
i was
okay now.

upon branches

study
        it as it as
          it seems,

     at once totally
applauded
       
  and content in
         continuing to
marvel at this
     in this
      continuing to
marvel at
this continuing to me.

          when i walk by
again without stopping
as
it
as
I did & do --
        
many times before.
    
& yet, it as I did
  many times before.
       
      now upon pine boughs
   and entirely aware of
this continuing
  snowfall.
         
i
   would
  be a
     fool to walk
by again without stopping as i --
        as I did many times before.
 
many
times before.
        
i study
it as it seems
at once totally aware of this...