utterance and saying
light and dark
oracular
throat a chime
I had the wrong idea from
and wrote “why don’t you”
older stitches mend older wounds
hope for magic
petals are a part of
unfolding
please remain conscious
tenure half sleeping
stepping occurs
as sitting
yarn
wait
to see it rain
heavens
enfold with pigment
all this breathing wanting opaque mud
intuition
time the waves
let the gods
feel like dying