Split

The one who knows
The one who doubts
The one who must be crazed 

The one in shrouds
The one laid bare
The one with proven skin

The one who wants
The one who must
The one who Heaven wills

Sunkissed 

I will ramble 
With my hair pinned up
Wearing mirrored eyes
In a dusty truck
Down a dusty road 
Heading to a town
Where the clocks don’t work
And when I get there
They’ll say, just in time

little

Pretender, who are you
Why do you wear white at night 
Is it true, as they have said
That you should not exist

What trouble brings your heart to act
Where others will not tread 
Here upon this storied way
Are you glad to guide me

Twenty Two

Should you forewarned
Weave
Your warm sinew
Your sparked synapse 
With the cold
With the numb

Would you afterward
Meet
Our empath hearts
Our winged response
With your tears
With your pleas

Asked the angels