and it was enough

Bird song, built on a million stars, The pain of longing in my chest, The ghost began to believe, In thin edges of blindness, And kiss the shadows, The burning lips say you can listen, To the petroglyphs perfect accents, Thief on fire, can’t sleep, Biting on the edges of beatitude, A sacrifice in numbers, The return to dust in a full moon field, Ever last informs the open dish, Vieve on Genevieve, Vis on vis, Vis on Genevis, Effigy reborn in the rain body, A face forms in the reflection of a million layers traces of thin promises, Strands pulling out of numb safety, Scratching on the wedding seal, Crashed down belief to the roots, To make better distortions, Out of being on the lamb, On the tongue of experience, For the bouquet, Of a clever hope, Pretending the reflection is the strange tide, Lies where love hides, Colliding in the capillaries, Dropped into the wheel zone, A stones throw from Betheseda, Breathing in the fetal coma, Motel can’t hold the night, Slow eyes, slipping little sensitivities into the stream of broken glass houses, Snails with hidden shells sorting fragile shorelines, Climbing St. Annie, A place we call the mothership, And meet the great borrowed time wheel, Give back all the washed up tones to her fishyard.