will they come with the nets
hid behind their backs,
the butterfly catchers
well-set to atttack
thespinnersthespinners
thespinners
thespinners
the found?

not first on their list
but slow, as keen
I'm in charge of the Tremble
though I'll not make a scene,
my mind is well packed
and ready,
to where I am bound


I am a given,
a proof displayed,

I am a math
of growth and decay


I am

eagereager

          moving

                                               day.

i am destructed,

    a coiled infant
     waiting for response,

i want it as secret no longer


keep me instructed,

        such toiled nonsense,

                  submitted, well-blinded, and stronger



       can it be merely lust?

                   the warm, hellish stone says no.


i do as i must,

              please You and sink,  un-

      til you let me go.


                                                           ­           
                                                     ­           throw me as hard as You can,

                                      dark hair, we're friends,

                         and,


i
     am


destructed.

now, i'm tipsy fine
and spatial divine,
this moment's the happiest glade,

and yes, stretch I would,
if only I could,
this second, pinpointed, and saved,


though my usual friend,
the Sun, will soon end
a perfection, so cursed to fade,

and i'll have to wake,
and on faith, sober take,
that i'll find
the Moon's shine
re-displayed.

with gratitude shallow
and three legged horse,
the broken is lucky and kin,

with meat more than sallow
and set offling's course,
the track's making room for some sin,

I'm stuck in the knowing,
the gravemarker's mill,
at best, a false uppity-chin,

a groove for the mudder,
and Degas for the paint,
a noose off the jump

for the win.

"such a tiny thread"
she said,
"the willow barks
and masker's head",
she clearly doesn't
understand the rules

"I want the keener
finding me,
I want the faces
fathom-free"
though sets her sights
on deepest of the fools

"I'll spin until
you see again,
the moon and wind
like us, are friends,
the tempest shore
is what connection fuels"

her freedom swings
my lack in time
"I'm your dove
as you're my rhyme"
I clearly just don't
understand the rules