A matter of time
A granted taken away
Will eventually provoke
Your feathers

A heart that would
Do as yours wouldn’t
Is made
And cover blown

Swim away you will
Pursuer
Or crack you Stubbornest
Shred my heart in the square

When in flight I notice
The actual 
White-winged clouds 
I’ll ask nothing of them

On the day
That hopes 
For my quiet well-wishing
(I feel its onset)

Look
See 
I am human and grant it now
I wish you peace

Shout to you I do
Darkness posing
As promise
As light

I waiver 
In my flesh
And often steal
Bravado

But I’ve wings too
On lifetime loan to me
By The One
To Whom I am Consecrated 

May it please you
Days I will walk
Not calling 
You from my door

Nights 
Revel about
Just make merry
And drown out my falling sound

My promise
For my life
To someday not search 
For you in the midnight sun

How is it possible
Rain
Is of no substance 
That thirst still exists

How 
That today
Bears the opposite consequence 
Of having loved

I walk
Hearing only the crickets
Joy
I matter to them

Fall away 
The grabbing at my strength
At my freedom
At my sorrow

All the hands
I never asked for
Have let go
And were anyway my delusion

I very merely sought
To know what substance
What curves
I lack and how

See or don’t see
Care or don’t care
I ask the unknowable
Of the conscienceless gods

In so doing
The prostituted heart
Befriends
The betrayer, the mind

I slap sanity
To its senses
I threaten its breath
I fall to my knees