Around all of my fellow mumbles

voice before me shivering

hitting the architects

and there is a cure to come

on the patio

next to the cheek bones

by the bird song

inside whose face and whose words

a sacredly snuggling (whose cruel)

voluntary

with no eyes

a struggling to stay

there

downstairs sound

the whole being heavy

with sleep

and a needing to emote

indefinitely

realizing this

again

in the purchase of

moments of

release

in your

blooming future

not afraid of

but of freefall

and what’s interesting

(arresting)

in my artificial right eye

where the debris

of infinity

has lodged

(as in us all)

the love of

noon’s dust

sometimes appears

we will not crumble

(forever) in the corner

without a room

a body

a smiling

skin

stroking

a

gracious

blinking

just moving forward

again

into the

dark rosy

pattern

sacredly with

these bruises

and

re-broken/open

breathing

in all

of your seasons

at once

as

we take in

so much of the world

through our hands