i step into tender grass gently
prints of my feet lay not so neat beneath the
evidence of your sense of my breath
tend lightly to the scent of again
softly whistle to to the tune of when
my heart is space not wasted
still faced where embrace is a victim of stillbirth
as tumbling walls of jade become jewels of newborn light
night tumbles and falls
as wandering calls make depth breed wonder
you over, me under
i go nowhere but asunder when eyes tear thunder into the each of the other and
wait
stillness thickly hangs
speaking soundless words is a trait once heard by no-thing resembling (f)ears but she
is not always aware of the little scare
(s)he shares miles of green turns mean and screams senseless when
whisper is more curdling
wildflowers say they grow but the wild is a noun and the verb is a glow and how so
a current is right now
and electric
intense pressure
and this flame is questioned by a wave
all signs point to
whatever you already knew
there are no clues
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