chest pressed in,tight and boneuntil a bellyexpandsout in aglobe of breath

In order to not feel alone, we conform our selves to masks and hide in social solitude. We ignore the inner geniuses and envy the others.

full moon fillsin power lines,crow flies off

leaves glow undera haze of sunlight,and hangstill on a windlessday

light stills dustinto the steelguitar strings

blueredyellowflowers,flies picking through adeer's furuntil bone

hands fullof wrinkledsunlight andshadow