So much so

It's so uncomly of me
So much so
These feel like strangers lips
And strangers fingertips
Where muffins mold
And historical imprints tell
The cyclic curse
Of nail bitten biding
Soul coughing
Straggling to see-through
For some (un)godly meaning
Sought in the forgotten
And elapsed
Sought in faces
That tell stories
Of dirt
Where the branches begin
So much so
That inevitably rises
And mental drifts
Memorize scripts
And chalk up
Because to of
Until
The saddle breaks
If it may
Like a loose shoulder
Strap
Perfecting
The unmade

Moments

And there are moments
When I could gobble
34 lbs of pure innocence
Swallow it down
And consider my life
Fulfilled
And then there are moments
I could purge
27 years worth
And consider a clean
Slate
And there are moments
Of lukewarm stillness
Where the past meets the future
And I am grateful
For my presence

Annabel

Annabel Annabel Where did you go?
I’ve looked high and I’ve looked low
I’ve looked low and I’ve looked high
Tell me where does the spirit go when you die?
Oh where does the spirit go when you die?

I have packed your satin gloves and lace
All the pictures of your pretty face
And I kept the ones of you on skates
And a picture from your wedding day

Annabel Annabel way up high
Are you kissing the starry birds in the sky
Will you come and visit us down below
Oh Annabel Annabel where did you go
Annabel where did you go?

You will miss the humming of the spring
And the winter won’t mean anything
And the summer is a lonesome dale
I am lost without you Annabel
I have lost my faith in everything
Annabel Annabel are you free?
Will you wrap me in your legacy?
In a blanket with your sweet perfume
I am always thinking thoughts of you.

Annabel Annabel where did you go?
I’ve looked high and I’ve looked low
Oh I’ve looked low and I’ve looked high
Tell me where does the spirit go when you die?
Oh where does the spirit go when you die?

- The Duhks

Acceptance

A stranger to my own kin
Under a new summer sweat
Every pore outwardly glistens
With every dying cell within

June hath merry the cloud
But September becomes December
And selfless love
Gets caught in the shroud

Every attachment that was
Now settles as
An old world in a new world
And transforms into a because

Twenty-seven was a fool's dream
The future of personal reach
Is is as random as a blink
Forever after is up to me