if i define life
its this very moment now
the next is just hope

O rest from the trouble, my soul
For love has dealt you a tough blow

The greatest tragedy
Is that I'll keep loving you
Knowing you won't love me the same
But still hoping anyways

I cut down the sunflowers,
just to brighten up your day.

if I've scattered like star dust
just to glow in your sky
Maybe- that too
is a kind of becoming.

See
with the heart of the servant
Solve
by the owner's actions.

i haven't been myself
for quite some time -
different versions,
lingering as long
as appropriate
(or long overstaying
their welcome),
shuffling from one
skin to the next,
one pain
to the next -

we redress,
nurse the wounds
(we've gotten
good at this),
a facsimile
of a person
until i find the real one  

but being a person
at all
these days
is like repeating the same
song, the same wave,
the same splotch of starry sky
through the kaleidoscope
of every open eye
bleeding together
into hazy nothingness
and everythingness

it's been silent ever since
and i'm not sure
i'd recognize self
anymore than she'd
recognize me
one and the same

but only by name.

When you
Trapped in triangle
The default
Is to panic
The chance to escape
Down to
Terrible angles
Bounce sharp
And hard
Off of
Acute dense sides
Then sink
As pulp
As gravity
Revives.

Beneath the rain
Before the spring
Anything can happen

A breath as warm as a dream
We are almost a child once more
I am alive at last