You reprimand the cathedrals
For being too aggressive
I say this is how we dance
When garbage cans are filled
With romance and fragrance
Perfume lingers upon the sandwiches
We made salad and falafel
Life is a tragic kerfuffle
Your youth are dramatically disabled
Capable of absolutely anything at all
When the direction you face
Makes all the difference in the world
And is it a waste of space
Or are these just some bad apples after all
This architecture accentuates our apathy
Like invisible lattices of grass and confetti
This convivial refinement
Among residues of divine juxtaposition
Are merely shadows of impermanent particles
The angles and angels decline to comment
On aspersions and false lies cast upon the firmament
As the pleroma abides in its alibis and denial
We shall smile and wave at our own funerals
Compliments are common mistakes
And can still be upsetting all the same
When we are undeserving of our fame
Untruthful allegations sparkle drastically
Against waves of inference and declarations of futility
We have underestimated the choices we made
And sometimes love is just a courageous mistake

We remake our shadows
To represent the arrow's path
Through straight lines and war cries
We reclaim whatever can't be defended
The rest has all been said before
The dying father begets the son
A lesson of love and tenderness
In order to begin again we must now
Brush away this dead skin
And shift into a much deeper
Place of resonance and understanding

the light is never mightier
than right before the night
life without sight is a cliche
but for now we must say goodnight
for all the ladies are right
that i am awakening
tread lightly for life is mightier
than our petty plights
to overcome our minds
but the ego is sublime
replied the ironic therapist
festering in the bruised
corners of your cabinets
like ripe fruit
you soothe my headache
late for bed and early to rise
can make you dead as well as wise

Come look in the mirror
Or would you rather drift
Into sepia-toned syndicates
And lose it all again
Many have come
And many have fallen
Only one has ever
Truly faced the longing
Of all the men and women
Worshiping oneself
Is never a great idea
Especially if you can’t
Even tell the difference
Between yellow mustard
And an abandoned green field
Never swallow anything
Without first asking what it is
Or chewing quite carefully
To at least see if it is Real

What a mystery that lies
Within the lies of my intellect
Who resides in dreams
And awakens in our defiant appliances
Eros transgresses
Upon trampolines of mind’s enjoyment
In basements of wonder
The youth wander aimlessly
I hit my head against your walls
To topple a cathedral that had to fall
Before we could ever truly be married

Step back
and place your hands on the ground
where i can see them

We end the way we begin
our lessons are set to renew themselves
to diversify we must try something new

Reuse and relearn
our outlook is our own to play with

Let's defy gravity
smile at our insanity
remedy our insoluble arguments

Dance in the cloak of darkness
superhuman struggles
like finding love
among the muggles

i am dancing and rising in the heat of lightning
your armies can’t keep us down any longer
armed with youth and mint leaves
our examples are no longer relevant
i dreamed of imprisonment in universities
and the mind’s enslavement to various degrees of indignity
sever attachment to external measurement
and allow harmony to approach infinity
there are no boundaries to our creative capacity
so limitless are we to define our space and time
as amazing lovers and artists
while we slowly whither away indefinitely
in spiral towers, office buildings and glass ceilings
bubbles of complexity burst
leaving stains in the fabric of our spaceships
i seek whispered solace
and comfort on lips that address our divinity
impertinent nightmares about dolphins
wearing fedoras behind those flimsy curtains
its not their fault that they know for certain
that our ambitions imprison us in costume dungeons
i made love to you at all the dress rehearsals
while we were torn from the limbs of elm trees
like bumble bees from hives of honey
you sang this peaceful drunken warning
in hopes that our karma was already burning

Do we drift on by
And travel in the astral
I see visions on your body
How your lips remind me
Of how i long to touch you
We sleep for hours
And then begin to cuddle
Lunch hours are over
And yet we are still hungry
You demand your needs to be met
As if the shadow of a doubt
Could ever truly be erased
Oh sister choose your path wisely
Everybody wonders
At what they can’t explain
Blind as heat lightning
Regret is certainly a useful burden
So learn to surf these waves
Instead combine love with gravity
And God shall become more
Than just a sentence some day

Undress before the mirror
Stay away from the theater
Our lives are all veneer and no substance
She whispers fragments
Of her dreams into my ears
Before I've fully awakened to my senses
Yet it seems despite these fleeting memories
That they're never really here to begin with

Paint a picture even if it's boring
You are accompanied by angels
Radiant salvation agitated in the heat
We beat the drum tonight
Let gods speak and humans quiver
The soul nears it's inevitable fatigue
Remedies and lies demand a sacrifice
I rest in embraces too complicated to utter
Hundreds of wings upon the watershed
And the beauty of it's passion
Is that never again shall we fly like this
I rise to the occasion of another Lover
Hunger for bodies that only meet in chaos
We demonstrate the allegorical
Lost hours remind us of our mortality gone by
Sign language utters nothing but signals all
Lost in between our dichotomous stories
We take liberties and pursue only intransigent categories
What a trajectory of tragedy and unheeded warnings
Inevitably I let her overtake me
Her eyes are a smooth internment
Her lips are a velvet curtain
Sheets of rain like fabric drape around her
Marble hands and ******* set against the stars
It's time to rest so you sit back and breathe
And allow daylight to seep from your eye sockets
We dream of towns in Greece where children sing
And wander freely through wanton streets
We drift between reality and fantasy
Faster than you can say uncle
It punches me in that place of hollow sorrow
These burning places scorched and sacred like swollen feet
We fell asleep in the grove and removed old stones
To take home a part of the earth with us
We journey against the wind as compassion is a vision
Gone are those memories yet again we ascended
Dense like leaves of comfrey boiled in water
You can no longer control the insurgent flutters of your stomach
As we dance our souls descend back into our bodies

"That one time my ego fell in love with the Self."

deep love
dives deeper
deep words we seek
each growing more distant
the nearer that we come
the less we need to speak

Do we feel it when it all falls unconscious
What if all the mothers on the planet
Were ensconced into their hearts simultaneously
And if for a single moment
There was freedom from the tyranny
Of endless duties and responsibilities
Would it all fall apart at once

I beg your pardon
But tonight's sunset was one of the Sun's most fertile deposits
So what if we were to shun the day
And instead make love to the darkness of the desert
For the pheasant is my ancestral totem
And it is obvious in the moonlight
That you motion to me like a novice
For after you and I are seduced by the harvest
We can choose first among the stardust
Its true that all this was once our own garden
From a time when we first learned to become human
Until we eventually return to the understory
Of our aboriginal commonality

We are still happening
We are learning to shun acceptance
And make due with unexpected lessons
We are undifferentiated fantasy
In lands of cholera and chronic romances
We are far from perfect
But we still always try to do our best
And i don't expect you to protest anything

And if we dance for days against the apathy we make
And spray gradients of sound from our awakening
Into the pleroma’s defiance
We can try out our mouthpieces
And seek fingers of lightning
At a height quite defiant
Whenever we get uptight like a runway
Sundays are always smiling
And whenever we make love
We break records with our bodies
Against the conundrums
Of being polished too roughly
We funnel living diamonds
Into pipelines of supply and demand
Like cats and mice we chase trends around bends
Of commerce and economic insurgency

In Diaspora spores of ecstasy, mutiny and insurrection
rebel against tyranny and become the tyrant’s offering
Sacrifice is ritual, both real and useful
humid as the dawn in swampy storms of vision
Precision is clueless less the virtuous resolve it
Resourceful yes but nonetheless tired of twirling in groovy dramas,
sand storms and bottomless pits
Groping for history, mystery and freedom

Oh what an elegant tragedy we aspire to be.
So satisfy me with your mystery.
We speak different languages. A dialogue of impulse and similes.
Similar to the way you moved with purpose and attitude.
I was bound to attract your attention.
I recall the falling feathers of our fathers.
Like sand washed out to sea.
Bleak eternities spent in separate parts of reality.
Reality’s basements are being washed clean.
Flooded with water and covered with the dampness of feathers.
Feet rustling on the pavement. We beg for entertainment.
Company is coming over. To discuss plumbing and retirement.
Jumper cables upon your refrigerators.
I look into your eyes to deduce the algorithms for remembering.
Your blemishes are no longer rubbing me.
Your lungs were made for pumping oxygen and steam.
Yet we keep it airtight and dry. While aliens were coming for my eyes.
Your irises were dreaming of me. Meaning is always fleeting.
So I borrowed your compassion.
And danced on the Sun. You turned into a living goddess.
But you became just a memory to me. For freedom is never free.
It’s always drifting between sarcasm and sandwiches.
And it can never EVER be found on Reality TV.

I kiss the aperture of duality daily
Is it enough to say claim your rights
If all forms are born complete
Then why do I keep waking in a dream
To find that its still the middle of the night

what to give when there is nothing but possibility
you strip me of my mind and my pretenses
still there is a tension here
that arises from past defensiveness
last time we met we danced
and there was cohesion in your violence
your legs are two strong armies
making camp upon opposite banks of a river
you oppose everything without hesitation
and then release me into a thousand victories

Like a poisonous serpent,
You turned your venom into love.

Like a poisonous serpent,
You could return only venom for love.

I am a poem wandering in the desert
I am a word chosen from the masses
You left your casket open
I suspect intention to be a lost cause
Forces of virtue soften our servitude
You swallow your dinner alone
Correct me if i'm wrong
But there is no place that you belong
Perhaps only to god and the devil himself
You don't get extra credit for breathing
But there is extra popcorn if you need it
Please sweep the floors and clean the dishes tomorrow
Your sword is as long as your shadow
We remove the arrows from our blankets
And then beat each other into straw-woven baskets
Severance packages excepted
We accept the accidents we've caused
You pursue hunger and wake up alone
Feet first I flew to the edges of the horizon
I am a child burdened with awareness
So forget the heaviness of the density we fell through
If you need some help i know just who to call
Forever waiting for there is only one hand that serves all
Unless you are worried about your soul, after all
There is no need for alarm as the fences are electrified
We are vivacious and vilified by our spouses
Doubt has ruined many beautiful houses
And turned what was once our home into a pile of stones
And you believe that companions are just creatures
Who have temporary need of each others' features

if we need another epidemic
iʼll call the television and project it
all this entertainment is worthless
if we are ready to reject it
self appointed alcoholics
sort of miss the point of calling
donʼt worry about the results
when the tests are already expected
before anything is done
the outcome is already certain
from behind the hidden curtain
our politicians pull the strings
so many unsavory morsels
so many unapologetic beings
so many activities
Odysseusʼ journey
Hercules and other heroic epics  
drastically broken
dented and retrospective
reflected in midnightʼs mirror
beams of light shatter our vision
if we wish to see clearer
threads of burning filaments
syntaxes
simulate
our impotence
immolated indigents
dissident
disappointments
disingenuous
and feral felines
blend with fragrances we miss
nostalgic as donkeys
for trysts and romances
def poets despair at nothing
how will we conquer these dinosaurs
forever blinded by our prejudices
weeks of dying roses
seekers of the psoas
bones and tendons
robed in shadows
stretched as tight as arrows
the seeker bows down
what if moses had drowned
would his followers
have had to run for cover
seek your mother
gift her another dragon's eye
look for our brothers
in words and stutters
close the shutters
rooms descend in escalators
no one likes to let you
fool around with their heart
anymore

if we need another epidemic
iʼll call the television and project it
all this entertainment is worthless
if we are ready to reject it
self appointed alcoholics
sort of miss the point of calling
donʼt worry about the results
when the tests are already expected
before anything is done
the outcome is already certain
from behind the hidden curtain
our politicians pull the strings
so many unsavory morsels
so many unapologetic beings
so many hidden activities
Odysseusʼ journeys
Hercules and other heroic epics
are always drastically broken
dented and retrospective
reflected in midnightʼs mirror
beams of light shatter our vision
if we wish to see clearer
ignite these threads of burning filaments
while syntaxes stimulate our impotence
immolated indigents
and dissident disappointments
your disingenuous indolence
indigenous and feral felines
blend with fragrances we miss

thunder cackles in the morning
a witch is a woman
with any amount of wisdom
your words are as bland as coffee
and the dandelions are talking
for i am permanently amused
by vicissitudes and antelopes
and aggregates of moods
feelings and isotopes
hanging by psychotropic ropes
firmly financed by our fingertips
lifetimes triangulated in transitions
farm the fallow fields
and try to heal the poppies
dropping numbers
and putting aside our copies
a simulacrum of similes and shortages
as field mice and farmhands
dance on saturn’s rings
despite all of jupiter’s complexities
your complexion is never shallow
and i swallow seawater
to embrace the sweet finality of life

the world has shifted its weight again
its standing on utterly new legs
with eyes like bridges you turn to fishing
i sweep the carpets and close the windows
another case of barnyard blasphemy
from the wilderness we return
on rafts made from caskets and firewood
to flag the stars and wage war on all the cars
that are left abandoned on our highways

weapons of resurrection
dance before my eyes,
is it your love that makes me so high?
i am smitten by your smile,
in love with your laughter and your inner child,
god bless this tempest.
is this all we have left,
of the tins of provisions
we were saving for our supper?
what has become of our anticipation?
do we wait or rush hastily towards the other?
what is spoken is merely pretense,
what is left unsaid is absent forever
so sell me the butter,
that you whipped fresh this morning,
into sheets of heavenly froth .
i am smelling all this wonder,
and am so hungry for your touch.

You have the right to remain unassuming
You have the right to remain quite charming
You have the right to have an angel accompany you
You have the right to cry whenever you need to
You have the right to dance whenever you're inspired to

We have the right to defy all of our egos
No need to deify images, teachers, role models or weirdos
We make progress when we can laugh at our defenses
And learn to speak, dance and sing without any hesitance

give yourself one second
to never let your guard down
our hearts are like blueberries
when they ripen they become sweet
we can kiss the mist of morning
or swim in an abyss of fear
and release love without a warning
for there are no strangers here

what shapes and shades of grey
the way we hold our thoughts inside
imprisoned in our own minds
you smile at the flowers
and give love a thousand hours
drench yourself in music
sweet combinations
that never rush to any conclusion
you couldn’t fool me if you tried
if i had one second left to hide
i'd return the books to the library
as these archetypes are dusty
like used book sleeves
with old dust covers and jackets
is this the way, i wondered to myself
to take stock of the situation

I see you in the sky
Hammering your one glass eye
And trading stories with the wind
We fit in wherever
Feelings are placed timidly
Back in their cupboards
Libraries of humbleness
Mumbling in their dreams
We’ve barely remembered
That the embers are still burning
Hymns of confession
Each have a story to tell
So we teach it to the children
By the rivers of yesterday
We trust our bodies to fight disease
And drink from streams of light
To see the sky can be insightful
When longing to stay
Becomes more practical
Then running away again each spring
It means belonging to the daylight
Though before you've arrived it seems
That you’ve already learned
How to stay awake
Until it speaks to you in your dreams
And according to her
We are unconsciously treading
On the seams of everything

my mind is scattered through the trees
my thoughts spread out like leaves
we are tiny specks of stardust
so where can we place our trust
you respond, thus:
amidst the cement and rust
if we want to turn it all around
we must only cast our gaze
upon the holy ground
its in the seeds, of course
they are our inheritance
on this sacred earth
the wisdom in the soil
the reason why we’ve toiled
for centuries
is to become like tiny seeds
and when planted on our knees
they deliver us to our destiny
destined to believe
in the goodness of deeds
if forever we plant
the medicines we need
then the tides of enlightenment
are already flooding the horizon
control your appetite
become the flight of eagles
remove the mindless tyrants
from their idle towers
all your feathers were forgotten
on the barren shores of eden
yet its always been the same
that some earth angels remain
who are faithful to your beauty
and sensitive to your pain

I realize there is a reason that
I write better when i’m hungry
Its that my senses are sharpened
Whenever the desire
To bite something is present

Speak beauty
Light up the darkness
Feel everything
No matter how small
Keep clean and close to your heart
The wisdom of love is in all
Upon Narcissus' rejection
Echo extinguished like a fire
Her voice remains
Brighter than the forest
Real love
Is a teacher of kindness

Lands of love are lost like missing continents
Remove your power cords from faulty sockets
Rockets to the moon keep time to your tune
Truces are too much to ask for
Did you sour this moment
Loud like two lovers moaning
Phony people throw pebbles into the deep
Are you awake or pretending to sleep
Do we dream or do we think
Keep streams clean
Instead throw your rocks at people

I want to see those sacred structures
Mostly covered by your falling hair
I want to see the fabric of your despair
I want to reach the place inside you no-one ever dares to go
I want to make love to the whole collection of your psyche
I want to follow the entirety of your being
Into an underground cavern and swim blissfully
In the crystalline streams of your ever-changing soul

Coordination and compassion
Rest upon the wrist
But the elbow is beyond your grip
It slips and rips and tears
and bends
Before it springs into action  
once again
I am a lung
I breathe in and out
The language of love
Echoes from the mouth of the universe
at rest there is only silence
I am best used for singing
and diving
I am another form of respiration
I am salvation in insolvent situations
You must learn liberation
whenever I go on vacation
At the moment i am resting
my bones
For love is answered
in silent overtones
Whenever we are alone
Tongues are entwined
And tonight we shall dine
on our tiptoes

light is lighter than lightning's longing
born from ions of storms we never see
i feel the sound of your ancient fury
getting ready to envelop me

Show me your carbon clad women
Covered in notorious virtue
Introduce me to your beauty keepers
And the one’s who take care of your children

i have a break at 12 o'clock
will you please come over
you don’t have to knock
i’ll leave the door open
it will be unlocked
a bouquet of flowers
i’ll have in stock
a vase and a candle
a knife and a blade
a face and a cigarette
its all about the way we explain
i mean rationalize away
do time-lines justify our decline into tyranny
send me back again to sublime infancy
retrofit the celibate instigator
lemniscate the elephant’s fingerprints
impress me with wit and charm
storm troopers unarmed
star-gazers, shadow-haters, sand-blasters, ice-skaters,
morning's lovers, fathers, daughters, shoulders and elbows
rub brows and crease foreheads
wrinkles in your timelines
define lines as destiny unwinds
reminds me of blinding light
the heights of old empires
sire warriors, stories as tall as soldiers
for real, heal the split between mind and body
kindly, lovingly, bump up against me
and kiss me again
i am music fused together with eternity
space and dust and rusted armpits
a hundred diamonds, drops of sweat
skin like leather, weatherproof, foolproof too
determine to use it all
for you are the muse of all
do as you need to
fuse it together lest it come apart again
return to heaven and mend the tear
split the hair or the atom
magic is a language
tragic is the cancerous neglect of syntax
emptiness is manic
gargantuan attacks of presence
defenseless, we are taught worthless ****
neglect it, but remember important words
stories, looms of drawings
forming in my mind’s eye
i cannot be bought or controlled by pirates
the best moments are private
you are not invited
so go home and create your own zone of entertainment
its necessary
your gentle fingers
blessing my soul
courage to roll with life’s blows
no need for stoics
or poets who deny reality’s arguments
slippery slopes
walking tight ropes
can you cope with all this mistletoe
restring your bow
dance in the snow as if everyone knows
you are crazy in love with the whole
motionless vision swift as an arrow
roofless rooms
prom queens flip you off and turn you on
sons and daughters, lions of the prairie
a child portable and small
respects the walls that you’ve made
they are not your cage but your shelter
self culture is affluent and not arrogant
sand mandalas tall as waterfalls
golden rainbows pour from the faucet in the sky
like mighty images
wisdom bridges the gaps in our imagination
i can’t wait to get this on the page
written in stone, reflecting thrones
made from the bones of pharaohs
consciousness narrows as you approach
are you a cockroach, coach or a student
strokes of wonder for different folks
cold call your own homes
do you prioritize lightning over thunder
words over rubber
sandwiches to clutter
are you interested in diamonds or other
precious gemstones
that flutter like butterflies when i utter
emeralds like butter
do you waste time arranging your clutter
stuttering utter nonsense
frequencies wasted, gentleness chased away
fantasies radioactive
magic lacks targets
darkens our fathers
keep chasing actions
satisfaction is attractive
your eyes are like fragments of rubies in the fire
i see beauty in desire, features in the sky
i look skyward and see higher
minds are wired to remain stagnant
stranded in a lack of entertainment
change this and make your own amazement
wonder over thunder, lick me down under
gone asunder like the burning acropolis
topple this bottomlessness
can't stop this, its impossible
i wonder do you make blunders
in underground mountains
we shout words like fountains shoot water
curtains topple over
and form a blanket over our consciousness
after our performances
swarms of crazy people leave the theater
shattered and too stunned to speak
to ****** to leak they keep walking down south
toward Plymouth Rock,
Mammoth Mountian or Rehoboth Beach
take stock of the situation and just move
first one out is rewarded
sordid and sorted like straw from the hay stacks
caskets of black iron casings
tastings of wine whose shelf-life is expired
past due cheese overripe and stinky
like mustard dusted with lightning
striking on time is all that we have
thinking that was a close call
we fall down and get up, remove the uppercuts
and lowercases from our mouths
doubt is a ***** word heard too often,
coughing from a coffin she offers me her hand
cold as ice cream, these nouns are deafening
love is lazy like a muffin
and hot like a dumpling
but a liaison with time cannot be rushed
i have lived long enough to learn this
a privilege to give birth to this moment
again and again vintage feathers
send me your sweaters
detest impostors who give robotic answers
i am in wonder at all this grammar
that i was unaware of
ignorant as mustard
and smooth like custard
in this blustery weather
i am glad i wore a sweater
and have an umbrella
to keep me dry and safe
i am in love walking toward the gate
and boarding that plane
i am your heart served on a plate
with a side of coleslaw, soul food for dinner
you are a winner and i am your hunger
a porcelain gravestone
a copper bathtub with claws
stored in your basement
storerooms cold as a skating rink
please don't think, unless its about me
let sentences drift away
while we chase arguments from yesterday's
armistice

Towards you I'd run on unsteady legs
Until the sea rises and upon my knees i am forced to beg
I would walk to you upon shards of glass
But we both know i'd end up crawling
Right over that final ledge
Or perhaps you'd prefer to find me dying
Gasping for my last breath
For some other man will still be waiting
Like a scarecrow lying naked in your bed

Do we dare to tell
Our secrets to the uninitiated
Afraid to dance
We took a chance and it backfired
I know that sometimes
I can be impossible to tolerate
And if we congratulate ourselves
Too often, we will be mistaken
For unfaithful lovers
So please do not awaken us
No matter what time the clock says

Whatever enrages you, can also save you.
These fragmented fingers,
long to bring the dawn to you.

Whatever you keep bottled up,
is more than likely to erupt.
Volcanic explosions are not enough.

You, who think that everyone has forgotten you.
Yes, you.
You, who believes that you are not worthy
of love or companionship.
You are enough, exactly as you are.

turmoil:
the oily art of turning
water into wine and/or vinegar
your beard splattered
with fried watermelon
and savory slices
of your finest cheese
we suspect our impossibilities
are always more prominent to others
than they are to oneself
a dream is a dress rehearsal
for life's becoming
a theater of living irony
where illiterate actors
are born to justify
quixotic sentiments
and unruly syntaxes
this jargon may be absurd
but the ground of watery being
knows no other
mercy save her own

in kindred arms we lose control
while words pour out of frothy mouths
in fountain-like ecstasy
the mountains we like to climb
have suddenly declined our invitations
while we pretend
that the earth was meant to rhyme
theses chaotic times
remind me of our inevitable demise
gifts are cheap when purchased for free
like the speakeasy’s mind
driven blind by wandering
never stopping
lightning can’t be bought
but it can divorce you from your shirt
leave you thirsty and wanting more
you are begging for love
but there's no cure
so shove this apple in your mouth
and try to relax your throat
the violence is apparent
while separation is silent
those diamonds remind us
of the grief we can not speak
i peak into the room
and find you fast asleep
how do metaphors appear
how can we change our style
step out of our bias
leave behind the mindless sell-outs
shadows and freckles
remain on your face
take refuge in
the unwavering silence of the heart
aside from this
there is no other wisdom to impart
so much for good company
this solitude echoes in our bones
as we defiantly
strike out against the zones
that leave us isolated and alone
and clinging to the dial tone

covered with sarsaparilla and sage
you untie the laces
just as the mountains crumbled
streaks of lightning shape your face
opportunity knocks for you
upon estuaries
the mystic spoke
through me
was this the space
her ***** bouncing
and you're already ready to give up
the movers need better timing
simplicity is welcomed
our fate created by our own ignorance
in the lashing out of anger
strangers dance
making maps through the sand
poor men weep in silence
for their longing is asleep
interlocking aspects
upon the drastic sea
i collect pens
connecting signals
i am standing
jumbled in a pool of muddy sheets
what a tragedy
is this love
his mission was to listen to her
i say wait a second
how dare you judge me
who can be your enemy
in a world where all is one
release this lonely song
your world is learning how to dance
goddess, yes its painful to retain all these words
in the eye of ecstasy
you once shone like an emerald
and now i only wish the best for you