Haiku, free flowing
Endearing, and selflessly
Ignorant, and plain

Watch me now.
I am the hope in your soul and
my feathers are falling.

My claws are dulling on this branch's bolts
and nuts that loosen under the rusting wood.
I see you through your window prism glass
but your tears don't fall as down as gravity should.

Gravity. Gravity. Gravity.
You see me dance to the waltz of
the apples all falling.

A hammer curls among your right fingers
and heading to your left. You look for me
on the ground and softer branches of fir,
but you've known I'm here in this iron tree.

Melt it down now.
I'd fly away and leave
the tree to its falling.

Your bones are breaking and I am shaking
so I cannot come and would not sweep you
beneath my mother's cotton down wings,
for you have dulled my claws and still your fingers diffuse

to the sound of the

Windows now fogging.
So we scream as
the light is still falling.

My ribbons are falling from the sky to touch my waiting fingertips. Tumbling and stumbling they shimmer their colors in the greenish sunlight. Here I am, I shout, outside the city of kites and crows, with my squares of paper still foundlessly floating. And the walls are behind me, though the mold of the concrete still burrows beneath my tired ears. I am free with these black feathers growing round my throat and the life budding on my pregnant palm. The ribbons wind themselves in my hair now and clasp at the back of my neck. I am of the rock and dirt and mud,  yet the winds still call to my steady sparkles. So into the darkness I go, and into the turn of the atmosphere round the earth. Goodbye, my city, I stand to walk, now, I dance to fly with these wings and satin.

dès que dès que dès que
and dès que the day has dribbled
and dès que the day has driveled
and dès que the day has scribbled
onto a plastic table of wood.
dès que the day could sing
dès que the day could mend
dès que the day could tell
us to drop our fainting pens
we'd be trampled under the roll of the hours.

This blinding space
give way!
Let you be stark
and cautious
simple so as not to
be distracting.

Apparition :

In the dark we speak of death
and we laugh to scare the ghosts,
Those silent ones.
So blatant, they blend
wide-eyed and somehow
they are unaware,
seeing little
but our heartbeats breaking the cold.

As well they should,
we are RADIANT!
casting bleak our features
and making the
longest
shadows
here in space.

With all its movement
the ocean roaring and white
is always resting