Six

All this to stomp out

Distended

You

My remaining clue

Tree rotted

Eternal

Limb

 

Slipping in leaves

Far from home

Somewhere

Gates and pleasures

Remembered

 

Punctuated

Fluttering as winter on inexperience

A hard beaten landscape

Inside

The infant bird

Audible

Noted

 

All to slue out wise

Buried in

Color of water

Glistening

A crown purple sky

My vista

Realized

Artifacts

Yellowed photographs

Rummaging

 

Sunday shoe boxes and

White walls

Holding back

Ancestral terror

When terror is forever you

Made memorial walls of white

 

To die twice

Exhausted

Quoting good lies

Gabriel verse Tesla

Chessboard

Televised

 

Contracted

Rabbit language

Electron

Freed

Gone

All of us into warren heaven

 

Here no one has enough time

To understand

Truly

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

As I read this piece I realize much and more...
My Dear Hawk. It is not always ours to understand, mostly it is ours to accept. To experience and become enlightened as the Truth does puzzle itself together over the time of several momemnt in time, flashes of what is to come, so certainly will. Though when that time comes you will meet the dark, the wild, the Super Nova of Existing....