A madness
to harness the hills
the sky stretched blue forever
the nano particle self
drawing lines in crust
the shoulder is pressed hard against
existence
a madness

Soul, Husk, Self, Mouth
dirt scraped from beneath the nail
aside a fire burning warm
the recapitulation of the day
the deed
the gift

sometimes in tatter worn clothing
beneath a ceiling in need of repair
it is an odd cold
timeless
because it is unknown

the dreams
perhaps
the fruition
from the hottest sweats of summer
to untie oneself from the earth
and fly away and......
and kiss but one of those mouths you fed