sound me call off talk make me feel  
real
tell me lies
tell me about love amidst this
falling sky

around me surround take me full
try
wake me
yell
call my soul aloud
I've fallen

take my life in hope
speak into my depths
call me alive
shine that light
on me

make me feel better
love

Silence
is sound
that comes between
sounds

It moves
upon the waters
between the waves
and is good

Do you hear it?

there the bend is
the crook of the creek
the neck of the crane craning up
leg deep
fallen cypress's
their stumps jutting out
above the currents
and the moss clinging to
everything
where men go
at night to
jump in
where the minstrels play at dawn
in solemn currents
passive calls
and there I was baptized
saved
called upon
oh blackwaters
oh the glow oh the birds
beaks sighing so..

There's this wire I keep tripping on
the string that lays parallel to current divisions of reality
a plane of moments
strategizing time fragments that correlate with the general population
but keeps me cloaked behind a veil of
they call it
dissociated
the illusion that I cannot fully connect
my atoms don't seem to just align properly with the whirling visions around me
and I slip into the seconds of grandiose prophecies
consumed with the mentality that I will never be enough
that my moments will never really
quite line up.

Fantasy*

If we have wings
we can fly over the wildest sea
if we are clouds
we would never be weary--

we would fear no heights
if we are the sky
if we are the light
would the dark ever draw by?

if each of us is an orchard
we would have fruits in every season
if each of us is a running well
wouldn't thirst be out of the question?

wouldn't we be one
if in your heart
you invite me to stay
and we vow never to part?