There are lots of noughts in millions
lots of trees in acres
and winds will blow in gales
and thunder can roar in white skies
and labourers will do labour
and will always lean oh study trees
or find its shade to hide underneath
some things never change

I love, because it suppose to be shared  thoughtless actions with intentions of forgiving
I give, with the strength in me to  stay striving while I push and squeeze alone to get
I emphasize, connecting with one feelings or forthcoming as I have perceived in my journey of happiness
I miss, encountering the unknown of beliefs which I have no understanding and no control of..
To Take is to Consume as Adapting is to Amend?
I asks, to ensure my curiosity
Of which I'm unintelligent on the subject

Don’t let the poetry
weaken the poem

The structure a servant
—for what’s to be known

(The New Room: December, 2021)

Sitting on the side
of the eclipse
we’re hanging off it’s edge
I’m thinking of you too
dangling off your ledge
I’ll be counting
to number three
and then, I will let go
So I can catch you if you fall
if you count on me
and follow