& then Finally knowing itself Candour rode naked Unwrapped in a splendour Born in shade Freed finally from the clamour Of clinging on This raw dark undappled A ripe fruit Plucked from empty branches After the fall
When I say You’re too kind I mean it The dull stabs Of your best intentions Only stir the wound Please Leave me to grieve These woollen words you weave To soften woe Do not deceive My threadbare wits That they are whole No peace for me maybe But…please A little quiet
Horizon spits a whisper Greens & blues that twine & then meander Land's answer to the intimacy of flow To find paths unhindered From hinterland to estuary's reply Fresh leaping, salt undertow Cry of seagulls Tidal glow Gravity's evergreedy show
With intermittent vision tinted sepia Apeborn questions exerting rigid apertures Hinted insights rose unfurling thorns Reason never deeply touching you How incrementally are humans Ever so defective Instruments of Truth
Change is An empty atlas All steps Shall fall on ****** earth Chasing silhouettes Urgent births Future regrets As yet unscripted epithets The bold walk blind A river unfolding Toward the see A tale told In the edit
Blossom mothered vibrance leaps Urgent as life escaping Transience raging in pursuit Transfixed in nectar's temptation Each passing day ignites Rites of entwining rhythms Fluttering slowly relents Longing after Youth