born of insects and grass in deep hue -- as purple as the gin blossom climbing for new altitudes the wall breaks inside of me I fall through the forest floor and into the ocean of sky all the places I go are in freefall but there's a reappearing rhythm
heart is a drum heart is a drum and it will join the dots of a prayer remembered (the fierce words of a holy sonnet) consoling me in its shadow when the turbulent, inverted plane could no longer hold itself together