so hungry
so dry
but still alive
so wet
so cold
so confused
too cloudy
to see through
but the speak
falls so eloquently
as if i've already lived
demand for care
amounts
and my bitten hands
juggle
the weight
fumbling grace
on a tight axis
of delicacy and patience
the processing of
black and white
in the vision of color
bracing on edges
when time runs out
and the alarm goes off
cough

how close is comfort
how late is justifiable
how weak is principle
in the ropes desire

how durable is this body

yawns generally follow tears
when night turns to morning
in the exaltation of love, hopes and fears
simply not knowing is the burdening of the present
(or the oversight that you do)
the bigger picture is at hand,
surely
and some eggs won't hatch
accounting on assumption
the gravest default of the mind
Actuality
the darkest find
and the cocks don't add up
the rooster crows
and i refuse
to wake up

algebra of blood

doors open and close
without my control
the moon does a halo
'round my house
am i so different
a white seed
something other
than the black sheep
the matter holds all the weight
but knowledge saved
for another day
silent circles click
and she will always
be sick
i cannot see beyond this
still taunted with dreaming
amethyst the elephant seeming
how many lives
can be handed over
for a dark soul's slumber
am i my mother's equation
or just a denominator to
a factor