Time left the sea quite slowly,
little feeling
barely a look back
it was gentle like a firelight.
Watched his friends leave
through the lens of a dying flame,
she saw them
close and closer
and further away
glimmering for those few seconds
on the tips of briefly living waves,
little lives of the world,
little warmth
and little face.
There it falls into the arms that carried it
to this ending day,
all of them,
but really they belong to the sky.

Still it beats,
and beating
and somehow existing,
it stills,
secret blood poems
pulse through it there
I think,
and with all the
forgotten questions,
some like grey echos
in all the white of the sky
and it hurts,
all that wonder;
they escaped us.

Now we close our eyes,
turning each stone to green.
Water has
intended
this human interaction,
built to sink
each heavy limb,
if sinking exists here,
and sinking does,
each vessel then
weightless from life
each vessel is a boat

Existing
there can we see it
alive is a word,
then we journey through it
and ask them
show us who you carry
not all those places you might ever go,
little rafts moving somewhere
on a lake filled with sky,
it is the world that passes through them.

It feels like my mind is naked;
I get this sensation of a breeze changing on skin.
My head is in the place where the trees grow
and my body is somewhere.
My body is a secret
like a coat in a bedroom closet,
I've called to it,
But it's cold and hanging,
Still I've searched for it;
Like a coat
it's waiting to be worn.

If I could press each thought I've spoken
into a dandelion head
and if 'promise' weren't a word,
then I'd promise you that I would.
Still, somehow I almost do with the look I just gave you.
But no sound is a word I could just leave there behind me.
Imagine this tugging,
I feel it
like tassels on a shadow moving across the floor.
Sometimes I can feel them dragging
there and exposed to the places I pass through.
But somehow they blend me
into the surface of this world.
And so I let them do it,
Blur my rigid outline
just to make me something more
than this shape your eyes have given me.

Suddenly my body.
I stand on the floor
It's my home
For now it's my home
That's what we call it,
When words are used to speak
All those meanings we barely know
Where this floor is i stand,
My home.
But there's a body between us
In this world, my home, there's body between us,
Road fence and time between us
And a little grey but not in colour

I was built to live only this day
Not tomorrow or yesterday
And when i look look look
It seems like life lives his life in a tree
Because that's where i've found it all
Though who am i
The world fits into both these eyes only when it ever stops changing
But it
It will never

And maybe if then the world would recreate itself each day
And how could we ever know
In each day some theory could be truth
They all have in  common that it brought us here today.
No.
Nonono.
Only use the words that you can open into tunnels
(but only if you want to)

But where am i
Here
With the need to ecsape
Yes
First my body
I wished it
I wished
Only if the cage were made harder on the ouside rather than the inside
Then i might not be moulded
Pressed into corners and outer edges

First my body
Escape escape escape

Then find me someplace
Oh wow never have i written words like this way now
they are just like
They are like like my feet walking and they take me
Do i have to think to step
No i do not,
Only sometimes,
Now, see?
Words like foot steps on this day.
My feet keep shaking now.

Because there i am
Listen,
Leaving the world
I see this blue arch
That each day the sun kisses.
And at least one thousand faces only
I feel them smiling
And of course there are birds
Soundless ones
If my pupils might draw lines into the sky as they followed
They might leave trails there like a plane
Carry all those lives i will never  know
(just as the world does)

So i kept breathing
The world
And the world was hard to breathe
Like it was made for someone else.

To the mirror and the window
I almost searched
I don't know where i find this person,
Me.
Where did i see them more.

Find a safe space
Hibernate.
When my body runs, barely moving
And the voice runs along there beside it
(somehow i fall behind the world)
Tells me "i need a place, i need a place, to hide, my very own place"
Then it needs a place
Place to hide
You can see there
In the pace
Pacing
On ground when it's too real on my feet and so
Breathing and stepping.
When my eyes are hard lakes and the tears grow around.
Talking talking to myself

Oh wow oh wow oh wow
A den a den a den
A space
My place
Place of my own and escape
Oh wow.
Hibernate.
The smallest place to find some space.

There,
i find a need that's mine
Growing in me
Give me space, but none to move

My guitar my blanket the headboard of my bed,
They tell it to me nicely,
(a gentle falling)
But they won't hold me until.
And they won't find
The softer beating to put into this heart space
Smoother air to feel in this mouth

But cushions and cushions
Cushions
Every single one in this whole room
Scarf pillow and duvet
Piled in books and books
Only these lights could glow somehow like a fire
Little place i find myself

Keep me safe from my own self
But more so
More so i'm sorry
keep me safe from their every kindness.

Little hidden place
Walls of comfort
Holds me even like this body
Till this body shook and shook
Tills the hands that grip it together
slipped apart
and they slip
Till i slip through the fingers
Of the words and sounds that are me
But now here's a body.

I think my back
the bone
Backbone won't hold me up alone.

But there it is i'm not
I'm not like a flag on a flag pole

Some ribbon maybe
Like a ribbon piece
I see a willow fence
Green and life
A ribbon moves there
And tied on a willow fence
Am i a ribbon or like a handwritten wish
I dont know

I can't feel the wind.
But the wind
This thing with the wind
It's told me things about myself
But reallly
what i look for
I don't look, i don't look
And if i lose my eyes
i will see sunlight still
And where it moves
on my arms and on my legs.

Shivering and shivering
I do shiver
I do dedicate my life to living
But little
Little place,

Curled and curled
and curled into myself until hardly a thing,
Can i lose my eyes here
But could i sleep and sleep and sleep in this body
And in every space around it
until i find i am awake.

Let's say that life is like a river today,
You're one of many ripples that causes the movement in its waters.
(You're the one who caught the sunlight)
And I'm a little stone in the sand who gets tugged along from time to time.
So life is this little river and we all make our different movements to keep it alive,
And together, when you stand on the bank and take a look, we're all moving at this similar kind of pace.

So life is a river;
We all contribute a little and things keep moving that way,

But if you could just skip work today
and come sleep in my bed with me
that would be great.

With you, in moments,
I've spoken with my hands,
And up in the arms of a tree,
Sometimes
I've found myself a voice that flows like
sunlight through my fingers.

But there I am,
And maybe always.
If I were to climb down
and for a minute you were to stay,
You might watch me
and watch me walk
away,
Walk an open world with leafy hair,
In safe wonder,
And wind like a comfort to my chest.

But you know what you'd see,
You do know what I am,
In that certain way,
Certainly you've known the confusion in my smile,
Helped make us a path through each smiling day,
Watched me explain my mind to a tree.

There's a weight that sits in my ears
and you've felt it.
Stop,
And when you feel it
there's drunkenness to my gaze,
It's like it only follows wonky lines.

Yes,
There you are,
If nothing else, at least this has all been strange;
I think you see my conversation like this
little person who kind of just sits on my lips,
No expectation for it even to leave me.
You can just watch it there,
Swinging it's legs
and that's just enough.
It waits there
like a little sitting creature.

You have seen me.
Lying on the ground,
I have breathed the grass
and my clothes have been coloured by the sky.
All the little sticks and pebbles I have put my meanings into,
I have handed them to you,
And with them the warmth that I kept in my palms.
If nothing else,
I have moved and spoken like anything in this world,
Moved and spoken like this whole world itself,
And you have seen me exist.