out of childhood, so resilient, too bad a child must
learn to grieve. a life filled with rain, the soul from miracles, eating on a fate
night; it’s been a long day, the gravel seems friendly, so low the skies
evolve.
was right about it, knew it with conviction, a child
carries garbage: bags of liver-works, pig’s intestines, refuse and grime.
speaking change. something first innocent. many
learned behaviors. can’t sit in
stillness. can’t move much. caught in contradiction. wings growing, through a marsh field,
trying to take lessons; the mayfly upon winds, the mind gathering hope,
something feels like slime—albeit, a soul is doing goodness.
becoming more of
what was desired, skipping what was determined, flying in silence.
