Testimony of a man. That molds unnoticed poems
Shapes created out of focus.
Over flowing like the Jordan.
Most my motion is off point
But well rounded. Like my shape
In round three of coma.
My persona flown from
Unknown
Shown I've known
So gone
My face and heavy bones.
That mend like.
Fishing nets. As the river flows.
I shiver cold.
My liver folds.
My drip from little Saleen
Like a minute bowl
Of rice
That keeps my
Appetite minimal
As my little bones
Feel a different home
Of skin.
And thin veil
Hope that glistens like
Sun shimmers
In a river boat.
As minutes float.
I little know.
My glitter hopes.
Are little votes
For confidence
Change.  No pain.
A little though.
But better go.
Into the setting sun
Like let it go.
The force of life.
Has you with him now