to you, in lonely grab of air unchurned as yet be taken

to you, in lonely grab of air unchurned as yet be taken

pitched, perfect, i’m sorry, i never know what else to give
when i know nothing else to,
and

crumbled of a ball,
un-to stern observer, i,
split as watching animal, caged, lay
cheek to cornered marble, cold, to warm
the blister’d madness
faulted in simplicity

of all thoughts on: you

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 alone anymore, but that we can run across this land, to fly without a feather/and i’m kneeling here, wondering, is the wander worth a letter, or should i stay?; by the time i make my mind, you’ll surely be anywhere but around these/anywhere but around these weakened walls/anywhere but around this wasted fool/anywhere but around to be around me

play, ye, mongst

play, ye, mongst the
tops o’ trees,
as, free, you be
from they & me.
wash in puddle,
                    fall of
stream, as
ruffled, clean, you be
much more than they & me.
play, as be you fair
in group of wade
or solitair’, as fam’ly, flocked,
in gust & sea, you be for them
as they for me.

play, ye,

play, ye, mongst the
tops o’ trees,
as free, you be
from them & me.
wash in puddle,
                    fall of
stream, as
ruffled, clean, you be
much more than them & me.
play, as you be fair
in group
or solitair’

black bird shakes

black
bird shakes,
as feathers twitch
& sway from
movements made
to clean, to
               freshen’ be.

of all the times
here, i be, Cardinal,
Red, shows flight
to me, and yet they
be not the only
singer carried/carrying these.