sawdust

can see every

revolution of

a chainsaw.

predisposed

to a knife leaving

its mark on an

open country.

unable to lie about

seeing something

spit about like

wooded water.

catching the windless

fire of ether.

please overstand,

that your aftershocks

will take a Heart.

combing over your

coldest grooves.

long after they've

been pronounced

by her music.

eyelashes

suture

their

singulated

eye.

periodically

broken

open

for a lifetime.

a

rundown of

blood.

stolen away on

dissimilar skin.

I've might've

seen a dust

kicked up in

such a way...

that

its desert  floats

on water.

finding the walk

on that water too prosaic.

these beaded chandeliers

of a very hard

rain pop out the

twinkle of a color

from branches.

stolen from the riches

of a Queen, handed

back with both hands.

as threads stream

across a fetching

web...unburdened

by dreams as flies

nose in.

leaves are softening

their handprints from

a forgotten fall.

juice climbs a tree

with no sound on it.

no skeleton is craven

while held up to a

season.