To describe the magnitude
of this awe
uncomfortable with what i saw
the density of time inside my chest
compressed and heavy
looking for rest....

I don't like the winter, because there are no flowers.

I became far too accustomed to the strange equations of words and images
that form within the ways i think and breath and am
because in doing so i forget about the ways
you think and breath and are.
im sorry.

the mood is not one for generalization
i stress not to classify, or make distinctions
and as such
my thoughts drip and fluctuate
ripe with frustration
they are ready to fall golden and fat from the tree
Leigh is a brief glimpse into the fantastic
she lives among clouds and unicorns.

Can't we all do good from thinking deeply for a little while?