in summer
each day a different location
a new face emerges
mountain man
feeling things out by not feeling at all
the time will never be right
(it will never be wrong, either)
the well has run dry, hasn't it?
words are hard
but still they come
worlds apart
a mirror image
wind in the face, nipping at the ends
a little at a time
never knowing what it was like to feel something and nothing at all
now i do
your arms are strong but your heart is buried
could we fly to the snow-covered alps?
it is much too warm here
was supposed to rain but here i am basking in the sunlight
feels more like baking
to me

walking towards a familiar feeling
a neverending crash
power must come from somewhere
interaction
how many are below
incalculable
someplace the whole exists together
brought in and brought out
just like that
the subtlety of it all
land of the free flying in the distance
here i am, landlocked

has anyone made it yet?
there are ever only patches then it's changing again
if they could muster up the courage they'd be able to tell the difference but it's easier to let it all run together
we're all digging
remains to be seen for what
is perseverance futile?
i wouldn't know yet

outside and
i'm spinning around
and around and
the wind starts
blowing and i'm
falling, no, flying
for a moment
through the sky
and then i'm
on the ground
i'm crying, no
i'm laughing, no
i'm free

encapsulating my face
as i walk down main street
a web that catches butterflies
for me to devour tonight
while everyone is dreaming
the sun exists there all around me
illuminating every separate piece
the grass-blade
the bypasser
the pavement crack
a perfectly pieced puzzle
-i must be the shadow here-
an outlier an oddity
the light spares me today
it will come again when there is less to wonder about
more to know
suppose you find me here
shadow and all
i would say
here is not what you are looking for
you cannot scare this away
and certainly it is not able to be subsumed
resigned toleration is all
but even that is unwanted
pay no mind to the dismality of my sanity
be on your way
stop and smell the pungent odors of the pyrus calleryana
the sky is not flat today
the air, not stifling
make it merry (if you'd like)
there is nothing tragic about synergy

Insatiable-
There never was a quarrel.
Do you remember?
Love, never once adequate
Death's caress reigns infinite!

unyielding in their ascent towards greatness
millions of strong arms supporting trillions of delicate leaves
rippling in the wind like water as blue as the night sky
although it is they who provide the stronghold
shielding sheltering shade that hides what lurks beneath
a shroud of secrecy
mostly a medley of greens and browns
then red juxtaposed on orange coalesced with yellow montaged on green grown from dark crust dark root dark earth
then total darkness
always rain
and when the light does return
there again a symphony

Pluto, not a planet anymore.
WAIT
next logical step:
Mistaken
WAIT
get away from me!
TOO FAR

Pluto,
it would be nice
to be this or that
no bearing on
what
anyways
Classification
a symptom
of everything else

whole lives
well that is That
and this is This
you are You. she: She.
who's he?
never once lend their mind

what am?
and if gets lucky
steals a moment
as abruptly as it arrived
pushed aside

maybe by knowing all else
then
finally
never

whole lives spent running from