When the thing
Is about oneself
The meaning
Gets lost

Taking time to
See the scratched back
Of the coin or the ripped
Page of a tossed, two week
Newspaper or the cry
Within the shelter, muffled by
The mad white clothed men
Makes all the difference

The refrigerator knocks twice
I speak of that, the noises within
Or the questions of alarms gone
Wrong for a job whose song is
Tuned by the howling of stray dogs
Is my life at present; I write this
Because wine has been spilt, speaking
Not in code for to hide is to flee
Child-like & temporarily

A call in the dark - life is like that
A shriek in the forest
A hymn underneath wooden stairs
Littered with the sawdust of a carpenter
Who hung by his faith
A long time ago
A man I did not know
A perspective that hardens, yet melts
Like the first and last snow

Life and Death
Play such roles
In our lives

The Fact
Is quite hard
To let go

And simply
Start living
With it  

Our minds are
Programed to make
The lives we possess
More important than
The other's that surround us

To get past that
To step away from that
To walk toward selflessness
With our feet no longer ours;
The mast splintered, broken, thrown out
To a sea no longer ours; rocks to bone
To treasure so sought lost for all others;
The eyes show the weight of all within.

An Act of Dissolving:

Becoming free
From all
Who are
Around thee