mind the spiders, mending you.

mind them in flaming trees—dark
sky, ashes in their voided eyes.

mind them crawling in your skin;
mind their daggered
hearts, their twin eyes.

mind the spiders: let loose your love
in this lost, lithe lethargy.

pulses
on the stained desk
wall

jilted in absence
blurred by a haziness of your time

Colonize the atoms
along your collar:

"it took me a long time to meet your eyes"

sprawled,
faded hallways,
caravans of heather.

Evokes tension. Before
the full-stop. Before the cadence.
You and blood: red, oppressive blood.
Chiasmus cannot contain this
flood:

this drowning.

Conflict
in the eaves. Between
sorrow and sorrow-shadow.
Limb to limb;
Between the eyes of the godless.

Conflict as soft friction:
despondent, prodded, yielding.

A tumbling through the boughs—
Sandbag on the low-hanging sun.

I've known melting snow like droplets of spruce:

musing greens, feather-whites,

spaces among words,

ink dripping from earth to ether.

—World—
its whirling, wheeling whys.

you're my World.  
My mine; my
only why,
my world, my whirling,

my world mine.