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