Ark
In evening
sun parts ways with me
Cleaving into color
Making known
That which guides my
Raising hand
And rays of
Raw silk
And fine soft thread
Of the kids
Of moths
Eating mulberry leaves
And an object of me
Many objects of me
Giving birth to
The past
My stomach
My stomach
My jaw
My jaw
My chest
My shoulders
My arms
My shoulders
I want to
Wish I could
And I want to
Help you,
Stranger
Because
Because
I sleep
And as I set
Like sun
Into
My dream
I am
Silence revealed
Threads
Embracing
Threads
Embracing
Pass over
Transverse
Turn across
Embrace
Threading
No need
To contort
To connect
To contain
How I wish
I could
Bring you
Under
Into
Orb
That doesn't
let
It
Hurt.
Am I
The one?
Am I
Alone
If I
atone
for cowering
place
Will I
Will the many
Convey figments
Not
From
Void but
Hanging
Suspending
Or
Sometimes
Are
Requests
Wrapped
Held
Like gifts
Or ends
Of mercies
Yes
And no
And no
And yes
To you but not
To you and yes
To you but not
To you and no
To you and yes to you
And towers that could not
Have burned
But did
That haunt
Us all
Of time
And not
Her fault
Her will
But still
Her child
Her semblance
Her contents
Continuance
Delivered
By day
And converging
Spirit
I feel it
Its quiet
Layers
Dancing
Dazed
But are they
Forgiven
Are we forgiven
Are liars
Still soul-tilted
Before dying
And all of the
Words that are
Rhyming
That do not
Let anything
Anything
Anything
Out
Or
In
Like crying and
Sighing and
Flying
And
Globes
Could they
be gloved
I wish
I could
globe them
And us
And glove them
And me
And love them
And us, you, me
And lo and be hold
And be held by and
Hold them
And I wish I could scold them and
Angrily Tell them
im happy you're safe
And I miss you
Oh stranger
And I miss you
And I will always
Miss you
Who
will life let
You love, who will
life
Let you
Love?
How wide is your glove?
How high is your hand?
raise your hand
high let
let
Yourself cry to let
through
the lie to
See mired without
My
Without my
Without.