As you were my Knight
Unable to speak the truth
You’ve been my mourning

As you were my Knight
Unable to speak the truth
You’ve been my mourning
Step one, get weird with it. This belongs to you all, after all.
Step two, present yourselves all ways, every day, at the same time.
Step five, step five?! Yes, step five — there’s nothing linear or logical of this.
Step five, show the canvas of man what these years of kinship mean.
Step six, dip your brush in cool, cool water, then choose the color violet. Or orchid, because you are bold, or you want to be.
Step three, make a space in advance, or in the moment, or not at all. The whole Earth was prepared for you.
Step four, never end before you’ve finished, or for forever, whichever comes first. Last.
Step seven, relay your love for The All of them. Take responsibility and fight again tomorrow with the sunrise.
I commit to no shadows
Self-imposing today’s low light
The only contrast I’ll allow, the soft snow falling’s concession to percolating coffee
This quieted timbre carries me
And I, it
Throughout these next daylight hours, should I spend them inclined to chase light and false-bravado song
I am grey-orchid today and candles tonight
Silent, but vibing
The morning I think of giving up
Shades of moss green and orchid peaceably pull me back
As an elder, in Auto-Tune
Promising a child that dancing days lie ahead
An altogether different morning, now
That deserves
I deserve
A wholly-new and holy mind
Perhaps
It’s why we had relative peaceTho’ blue and red both
Magenta suited usWe smiled with eachother
Even when mad or weakenedTruths we spoke into being
During our long breaths togetherWe shared an ancient meal
Despite our different appetites