ragged words tear from the tongue

this is

the fall

down

wings burdened burn

this is

the unknown

time

minds calloused  enter choas

this is

the birth

moment

feet awkward have nowhere to turn

this is

the

running

silence

lungs raging explode

this is

the ancient

song

heavy heavy heavy

hands

heavy heavy heavy

hearts

heavy heavy heavy

thumbs

drumming this

broken

there is a let go

winds and dandelions

form a dance

that is intimate and unaware

at least on the winds part

but for the dandelion the winds caress

is craven

brings forth the spread

wings aloft

great beaks fluttering in the dark hours

stuttering with our fears

galloping hard on the wind that dances graces

the paper reads then that these fears

were tied into masks by these long ago people

and then danced and danced

shaking the wild weeds out

not leaving it to the caress of random drift

but purposeful strides on the earth’s barren back

legs twisting free the winds prowess

to shift and move and do away

with the fluttering wings that come in on the wind

in the cover of darkness in the cover of fear

and then grasp the fluff of the dandelion seed

lift up up let go

let it grow

far from here

Its like there are two sides of me

And they war over this world of mine

Slip between strands of gold woven through the sky

To see the remnants of a disemboweled dog

Left stinking on the grass

Sometimes then all of you held so dear

Become shades of a specter seen through rippled glass

As if this house of my heart was built in times gone awry

And you are here living now in this haunted place

As if it is only blood that can weave us, be the warp for which

The threads of our heart are carried forward in time.

I stumble, crumble

Feel as if my limbs are held nailed

Is it my ghosts that follow, laying fallow to fertile lands?

How then do we see through eyes stained by years of pain?

Wiping clean the debris fighting free the putrid remains

To see to see the bright light streaming ever present

Clear space star caressed splendor.

Second.

my belly grows every second. life ticks.

a heart beat.

simplicity, with the rain falling in time

to rythms which unwind

without gears , yet every precision.

my mind is full of gears

that grind out these assymetrical

rhymes.

I am a second . .

I am a wearing a hand-me-down life,

everywhere I step has been touched before.

reminders reminders that none of this is truly mine.

perhaps then this second i am

a metaphysical master

choosing to live limbo

all of this ephemereal

yet the beat in my belly is strong

ties me to a world I sometimes

shy from , i can no longer

hide.

oppose

the look

the words

that fall

without grace

lying on the ground discarded

know they are trippin

now that you have done this

this disgraceful deed

the words they chase

now ,

wounded puppies

looking for a home.

a thousand thousand

stars

match

a thousand thousand

minds

miming their life

oppose this dispenser

of words that

is failing

cascading drops

cast their shadow against the waters surface

ripples leaking out from

under their touch,

force

breaking

apart

the rythm

captivated

drowns all the questions

leaves no room for answers

still with the rain

the curl of fog

cast against the grey

of this day

monotone laze

a sepia photograph

capturing

the falling light

the fragile

eyes

of the beholden.