The muted s t r e t c h i n g pain of mind f o g Murky waters touching on almost - thoughts inside an empty c r a c k e d vessel Drifting… From strain to rice grain To rain and furious sky Then settling, folding itself like origami To fit the mold of a graceful Crane C r a n e… Craning Like hopeful prayers threaded By shaking hands with string and needle Hooking onto lofty ceilings of hushed l i v i n g rooms… Gravity p u l l i n g heavy pedestals Held up by moist earth C r u m b l i n g fragile as newly formed life… There in the curved cusp of a tear drop against a surface drip, drip, drip into disaster... that is a home A devastating... blue walled Cubist hand reflecting A you that I do not know And one that I do… But never completely Through every s i n g l e lifetime Like blooms of fire
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 