Dear Future Teller
Stop telling on me
Let the birds yell
Allow the hens to roost, play, and be eaten
Watch as the sun rises and sets
No set backs
Come ups
Back down for the count
Quack

Days trapped in dreams
Winters trapped in drought
Let the fog be the guise that distinguishes the light
I need you now, light as a feather
Now and forever
For the sun is just weather

I Love you
For all that I know you to be
Now love me

To those who conquered before me
Be it from a jail cell or mountain top
Spalding, spiraling, or sprawling winds
Raised children by two hands
Graced by grave diggers
Or handled with care
I thank you

It is said that vices attract the weak
The mere thought of a crutch breaks a leg
It is the same with love
The thought of my wings spanning thin
I grin
I want more
Vices

Drag me by the bales
Like piled on the floor
Lead me to the depths of blue's envy
Relinquish those nightmares by bingeing good dreams
Free me with freedom that is not prepared
With the fingers caress the trails of my face
With the thumbs wipe my fear
This is about triumph
No victory
Just a trapped me
Wrapped- in white cloth
Emancipated Oak tree