I was there in self aside a tree indebted to an
adversary/ by paining aftermath a sullen guitar if passion were sugar in a room
of ants/ separated from you those years made sadness found with rocking/ too
many hopes/ agreeing with excellence/ if dying were illegal/ aging would need
its ceiling/ I was there with silence as born to return into mirrors those
pithy aches/ accursed with blessings/ surprised to have advanced in turn/ a
father of lies/ a welkin fierceness/ asking for Love/ I don’t fathom Love/ with
pain digging into skies/ ink exploding/ waxing/ waning/ making harmony with
imperfection/ I was there in you suffering pleasures as dreamt a hurricane/
filled with warmth/ damaged early on/ making wilderness into repentance/ never
healed/ near a human being/ sour discoveries/ said to have affected emotion/ a
measured seed inside of an adult/ penalty of personhood/ amore unto jitters/
made conscious/ more aware/ finding sentience a reason to drive forward/
