pressure is a coin to pass between train and screaming tracks beneath with the force of fiction and heat pressed between so it is in my soul when you are near and unknowingly dear to me - passing by in fast
when doubt turns back from gray to blueish hue the earth itself stops son from spinning and in directional ways found bounds down like fog over the mountains (anew)
turns on its end like the books overthrown by shifting night and confusing gloom you were there and saw the night when it first went missing (the moon)
and if anyone besides me heard it first (it was you)
Cackling above the trees like a crow Above the earth (which will not grow)
the look beyond which turns away is there (at the end of all our exploring)
There are days when I, could swear that my, wings were live, and wide awake, from another life. And I there find, [{(within myself)}] the flight of which I always knew, I had throughout all the of sky’s placed before me.
Catch me like the flickering waves Which glisten and meld seamlessly Into the horizontal sea out there Where your memories stare back at you And your unconscious being seeks to be
Catch me, my newfound find nearby For I seek to live hetr in your eyes For just a moment to be And in your sight seen I created you for me
Because the words are why Just as these mine are me
Sometimes I write and describe just to see If you will read