to you, in lonely grab of air unchurned as yet be taken pitched, perfect, i’m sorry, i never know what else to givewhen i know nothing else to,and crumbled of a ball,un-to stern observer, i,split as watching animal, caged, laycheek to cornered marble, cold, to warmthe blister’d madnessfaulted in simplicity of all thoughts on: you
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when every second brings me to knees, brought to buckle,
when every second brings me to knees, brought to buckle, but so true are they, these bent pillars, knowing there will be time to run later, when the world’s done turning and she’s stopped infront of me/to know the world isn’t so alone anymore, but that we can take it, together/that the world isn’t so [...]
above a wielded mace on shelf
above a wielded mace on shelf, hanging, rests a sign spell’d ’liberty’.
play, ye, mongst
play, ye, mongst thetops o’ trees,as, free, you befrom they & me.wash in puddle, fall ofstream, asruffled, clean, you bemuch more than they & me.play, as be you fairin group of wadeor solitair’, as fam’ly, flocked,in gust & sea, you be for themas they for me.
the contrasting sky,
the contrasting sky,its blue to whitebehind the green,as a bird, wings tight,arrows byto be traffic withthe fairies, grey,as Earthly whisper rollsamongst us & All.and, stilled, we followas so prone to do.
and yet you know not this poet,
and, yet, you know notthis poet, he,who cannot seebut uses wordsas imagery,unseen,aswisdom leavesbut markings of what is,what be.
play, ye,
play, ye, mongst thetops o’ trees,as free, you befrom them & me.wash in puddle, fall ofstream, asruffled, clean, you bemuch more than them & me.play, as you be fairin groupor solitair’
black bird shakes
blackbird shakes,as feathers twitch& sway frommovements madeto clean, to freshen’ be. of all the timeshere, i be, Cardinal,Red, shows flightto me, and yet theybe not the onlysinger carried/carrying these.
veins indented, these
veins, indented, thesevalleys, streams,shadow-crevicesof the body,fingers–the knucks,so use touse,but given depth,thewarmth of nothing,the cool breath ofstretch.
the ease of which these eyes
the ease of whichthese eyesfall to be buttwisted, sided,lends itselfa serenity oftwicesightas choicebe ’lone decision,left, but right..
