upon
wingspan, to croak in space, so much animal in spirit.
never
to get enough of dying, new invention, grieving the air.
friends
in turmoil, needing to protect self, milk dripping—needing to fly; waxing mean,
living in deaths, promising so many the emptiness of guts.
sure
sacrificial, the beast bleeding, it took a wound.
so
afraid of you, so in amore for you, hating this brought to surface feeling;
damaged like wreckage, holy like Magdalene, or a lover with no words.
colorless,
dumb bled, so crucial to be last to attune.
so
precious, to see her with child, so much reasoning, knowhow, blush, forgiveness
for naivety.
somewhere further, struggling a
dungeon, eating fire;
the ache of ignorance, beauty in
coming to life, dead
into a rhythm; more honey, color
come forgiveness,
so palatial, so sick.
the
doctor is winning, a lone mountain, the professor is zeroing closer.
much
freedom lost, penalty for loving, ached, confused, damaged for pure sacrifice.
so
close it turns pain; so close can’t say wilderness; so distant can’t call a
coin on its head.
