what I'm trying to say is

trees grow for us to sit against
dandelions reach from the ground to say hello

look at me

there are songs that need you, ears and all
and signs begging to be seen
letters flow from my lips tangled and twisted
a growling in my gut lurches
urgent and unending

a pause, i skip ahead

i have new lust for life
new lust for myself
my fingers brush the fingers of god

there are few trepidations left in me
i quiver with each of my thoughts
i can't hold back
fear is temporary
fear is an illusion

we brush fingers again
i hope that one day they might entwine

i hope that one day
i can fathom the future

scratch that

i never hope anymore
i simply know
i see what the others cannot
i know truths they cannot

a low howl creeps from somewhere deep in my head