the scream of us
silent silent
it never left the head

metalwing riveted
flying gliding
low-flung flutter rust

the pill
taking
us crush
plush
amid quoted
cloudflower bloom soon

this is -just- a life,
and i am jus you
over there - torn too.
but this tilted
tumult, momentous,
sez otherwise dot dot dot

----- who am i to quest?
i guess i'll jus let the tugshove be(come),
and bleed n cry n stretch these
altered shoulder blades lifted
into something other,

even as
my toes
tell me
hard tales
so ocher.