I
Tell me the sun rose as the moon set and there were no betwixt or tween.
Speak oft on such is concealed in a lover’s touch and how the heart does wane.
Contemplate the nature of the ‘verse and inner workings of the spirit’s soul.
Bear with me while I struggle to match your pace a strolling up the knoll.
Know the depths of me and stay? instead I see you turn and walk away.
II
Little heart I stowed today
ready for the journey when
perhaps I’ll find some skin
don’t mind coming, then
just going the fuck away.
Somehow today I want to weep.
it is the setting aside of things
and the coming of the storms.
I sing
oft a beat off tune.
I am only me
neither sun nor moon
but magma
and fire of the earth.
