Everything was so green
                and I wondered
what you would think of
          the tiny hands and feet
       of the falls,
          the lanky limbs
                 of trees
                     so much like your own
I peeked into a moment between lovers
               (real lovers)
and I wondered
                            if you and I were ever
                                                     like that
I wondered if we had the capacity not
                           to hurt
And then I wondered
                     if there really was such a thing
                                               as hurt,
or if it was just growing pains--
     the ache of making space
for another human being
     beneath my ribcage.
                                            (are you a human being?
                             and what defines being human?)
I suppose I would rather
       make space
          until I break
        than never
    make space
at all.

she used her halo
                as wings;
strung it up on
                Chemical
                                Looph­oles
that make her feel close to
                         God
and on the subject of
                          being God,
We discover.

The Knight arrival is good news.
He says "Carry
                 with you what you must,
but remember:
for what you cannot
                 Carry,
                 you will gain
                 that much more."

The moon has a cycle;
                                      she says "You
will always be what
You
       have always been,  but
that doesn't mean you can't be more"

It will come with time.

he was being he
and I was
                 being
                           I
Stopped his world for a second
          Run
from what you love
                   Run
from what loves you;
It's only nostalgia now
       and nostalgia is  
                                   my favorite word.
Cleanse my faith
               of your proud sins and
Be human.
God,
          please be human again.

I've been
     trying
     to find
            words to describe
the secrets
            of ancient bones
            hidden within this temple
in which i've made my home.
Perhaps if you took the time
to study
              the walls I call
                    my skin
               covered with
graffiti & hieroglyph,
You might find
                           some
                                    greater
                ­                                 truth
obscured by
my own lack
of knowledge
                         on where
                               and how
                         to begin

So maybe I'll start
                                 with the
                                 original
                             big           BANG
Detail
every moment
of recorded history
that lead up to the exact
                                  explosive moment
when our lips met for the first time
and i slipped
into a new    
                        universe
                          where­    

I only want to fill silence

           with your                             
                                                    name

I've seen
               Jesus
               at the bottom of
                          whiskey bottles.
We've talked
                  about the universe,
                                    and death,
And he's given me the whole speech,

                        And I decided I'd better just
Sleep it off.