a memory I now see

floated out in front of me

a delivery

not an area that most would see

a mild lunar dose

her soul isn’t conscious of it containing her

nothing but a sack of clothes that date well off the keeper

walking along this shortened eastern desert street

that poor man took me with him

anyone with an irregular heartbeat

cyber-syllable

the things you think you can not do

just overcome it

the clasps I will hide from my hinges of truth

this brake is for my porcelain eyes

the forceful is bringing this out

like the pull of the moon

we write for you what is necessarily due

for to lose hope was to listen to trail water

what is impartial to many is lost in the sea

it would never happen truthfully you see

I ask that this element wood

get strengthened in my body

memories tripping like stones

if I could match up

be a writer, be a thinker

there isn’t anything as beautiful as this life set into motion

you are invited like you are weaving it proud