i trust you've

humored this...the

notion of a written

letter accounting

for words huddling

on a page.

what did it say without

turning?

poring over

a face you can

not place, endears

the lover.

it is for

me to now

unpeel from

heavied bodies

of sleep.

to baby none other

then.

services rendering

wakefulness.

a blade of grass

producing.

grasses.

innocence

pulled you

out.

with remarkable

stains.

to bathe in duration.

finding what's in a

name.

startled by such a

sound.

a blue jay

carried its voice

before it flew.

there was a rain

that i heard spread

drops upon its wings.

studding a very slow

silver.

leaping at reflection.

with no fall.

purple doppleganger

alleviating the mists of

form, arising from the

haunt of a perfect touch.

perspiring with the feeling of

being looked at.

a room effecting the dominos

of walls.

this poem was inspired by

the cover a childhood book.

as language slides

derivative syllables.

therefore pure.

i somehow new what

your were going to

say.

i couldn't help

reaching with what prophet

there is to a hand,

upon lips that blow

out the deathwish

of silence.

justifying sounds for

everyone.