Somewheres In The Forest Of Dust And Dirt

Waters

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Looking there 

Besides stillwaters

Underneath,  reconnected 

Refound whatever 

Disconnected sound

So open your mind instead

I'm hearing better 

One morning

Are you sure

It's like the only colour

I can use

I cannot understand

Gets me the action 

I felt most because

I didn't recognize

By my rememories I think softly

Sulking in the field

It'll be good 

What not all

You're sure about it 

Of for a time

This is how 

Oh,  warmer walls

Oh,  search nothing much

If you have any freedom 

Left-over

From the moment

There entirely

In ways,  meaningful

Angels unaware and unprepared

Is it you 

Crashing to Earth

Rejoice,  Rejoice,  Rejoice

In a poem first

I don't know them

It's an

Orphan's Christmas

To me

Where-at it's this 

They will

Basically by you misheard it

They wanna be that

Check this out

A soft wind vortex

Fading up

Fading down inside

Nightly out before dawn

That made us 

Here-by my notes myself

If that made sense

Sweet in the world

On the edge of

What might be 

The lights is on

One side then all side

I misheard it with love matters

Right up the middle

They all sounded 

Really alike

Inaccessible to me

I just took it as is

A set piece of music 

In the photographs

Dispite the holes I did

Until the lights goes out

In the cliffs upon me

That's what I thought

I saw across

Splashes so much paint

The tears have dried

Sending me this 

Those still pictures 

Here-at is said 

In black and white frames 

Breaking leaves down

Hanging off 

In silver trains are running down

We're gonna be a little late

When we met before

Stands nearer 

At the beam ends

For more wonder  

Everyday is

Something else descends 

Of the bed

It can't be wrong

Something's right

Oh,  what a way 

To end this night

All the thoughts 

Looking at all of what I done

Beyond that

I persisted certainly

Outta the wind 

If only there I believed

In an evening of inspiration

Can it happen 

Here's looking at you

A sweeping star

on a chimney

Flashing far

In crystal blues for

Shadows walking above

There-in going on back and forth

Across the road

That's amore then it's gone 

Therefore inside your coats

Better to wait

Flying between us waters

Braking leaves down 

Finds whatever behind

How we all feel

Serene homes invalid

In perfect snowglobes

For there it was so real 

Went out on and off across

The smooth flat stones 

After it's all 

Throwing it over to the clouds

The night's bright walls

Walking throughout

Skimming across the open flame

By the time

From back then 

In dark fields

Of scattered shoes

Some still sticking around for

Far more again

And still hold the better part

You'll agree

What's inside there 

That's sad 

That's glad

That's mad

Over the line

Until the lights goes out

Flows easy

Kind and gentle

Put upon

An old wooden table glows

with chairs there

I had to go stare at it

Upon a candle 

Building off 

On a riff nevermind

At the other way 

Flying around rooms

On a raft

Unknown how far

To observe a sweeping star 

Shows it as is warmer walls

Usually of the nightfall

At the ground

Upside-down

Well ventilated windows until clear

In a dream

Things,  so next 

Oh,  come here 

Left behind

Someplaces  

To long front rows  

To far rocks in the back rows now

Unseemingly alike

For a possibility 

I just took it as is

There's a promise

What I can get in

These narrows

Alot so dark 

From the mist in a rush

To begin with

Down the hallways

But warmly dreaming

Belated,  happenings

Awakening

Discovered in the muck and mire

Of yourself,  myself

This morning 

To improve

Perhaps it taste like dust and dirt

I like it like that

I cannot hold shape folds

Fast onto it

All the thought put in it

With no mention thereof

Makes up 

Yours embeded 

Makes up 

Mine in my head 

I'll find it

Within you

Without you

I say it slowly only

Onto other movements music

To be there forward posted

This is real

Furthermost

For we will eventually be

It wasn't spoken 

There-in going on back and forth

Anything higher

For I will eventually seek 

While up above

Lonely so but freely

Still hidden valleys 

Beyond a hill

That's my comfort

My poem from me

From so high

Flows easy around

In a fine entanglement

For a reason and sound

Wandering behind 

The figurines staying

Like this one

Can you remember

Just somewhat

As if inside an object

Of imagination

I should see it

Someways

From days shorter

For nights longer 

Your dreams behold 

Somewheres

In the forest of dust and dirt

Spectacles anew

I flew

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a picture

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Adrift how far enough

Far from here and for awhile 

Enabled to see 

What we're watching for 

The future,  so next

Feeling it this moment

In open arms

Writing a note

To a real tree fuzzy I just planted here

Noticing why 

Oh yeah,  Oh seems

By my rememories I think 

Walking empty spaces

Must go feel better

Don't they dote it

And pull at 

The beautiful cork

The beautiful surface

Now that has not points dull

As to what shape folds

Oh falls away

Must go back if my freedom 

By that matter

I could stay

Everyday is passing 

Another by

Always things the worst

Torn strings broke

Downtrodding

As a glimmering road

Makes up 

Another difference

Makes up

Upon this time to be different

Where's the good stuff 

Is it this after a time 

Was seen winding up

From leaves of olden been seen

I wasn't thinking 

Started to extend

Full of feeling

Better than of none

Here it is

Coming with the dawn

Rise and rise alike

What about the remaining trees

Until it was 

Not too late

And fairer soon will be

Joyous noises 

To the fire

I cannot hold shape

The console of full spools 

Rewinding,  spinning 

It just goes 

Around wheels

If it's gonna turn

Something into a book

You're sure 

As your existence 

Is just like

Circulation into each other's arms

Yet so another storm

Oh,  but,  step aside

Oh,  what good is it now

How should I picture 

The changes

Colouring with pencils

Clouds of thoughts

Will it trail off

Bringing relief 

Tells me 

It's raining something

A cool white ground blinded

All the way

Lays down pages 

Sounded it out

In plain sight

Torn strings broke

When we met before

Always near 

At the beam ends 

More perhaps

Everyday is

Something else descends

Paper chains broken

Is hanging around me

It might be the lights is on

So maybe will

We continue in this still

You won 

And you lost something

The way it was

Your disposition 

In the shadows

Exploring mountains

Of all else with

Sorrows and rivers cold

Waves to me 

Are but old movie reels

In progress

I thought

This morning improves

Through and through

Does it got you 

Right on the wrong 

Directions kept

The early verbs deep

Someplaces

It won't drop 

I'm all caught up

Carrying off 

Up on the last colours bright

Has it augmented yours 

It's like the only colour

I can use

I cannot understand 

Someways

From days shorter

For nights longer

Your dreams behold

Somewheres

In the forest of dust and dirt

Spectacles anew

I flew

Waters

Feathers

Branches

To watch it again

Thank you.

For hanging out

That's tight I could

Make a frame

Out on the wire

Thru and thru

Reviews

[Erica Orlando]

Man you just falling and flying in your words. Great long poem for those who are not afraid from longest reading. It's like some monolog when no one is there but everything is perfect in simplicity and honest of nature miracles.