make me into another plume
it takes all I have sometimes
to free the lines
that have been subdued
...placed in tomb
below layers of rotton cocoon...
I am squinting,
the brightness of the lightness
and the tightness of the room
seems too much to bare
today
in my grey...
I am born of flesh, enmeshed
and torn from the silvery star
that beckons me
reckons with me
it'd be better where we are
if we could find that place,
that face,
that sunny stream of shining lace
that surrounds the
space
inhabited
by you...