i walk around in company
and my much maligned spirit
(under malign influence).
off the ground
to want to be one
and not both.
and my, severed, much-making
are frayed a little bit.
the cracking bough is not out of place
when it's thunder and lightning.
and the rains are from every direction. but
a quickness. a sun surface readiness.
&. wellness. a bounding all-over music
that sits not at all out of place but
i never knew my heart would be
a small seed: a place from which
a child, whose
breathing, i would want to smother