i fought through the moment
and another one came
there they were
lined up again
for i,
in my cushion, distressed
champion of uneasy rest
studies in green (2)
manhattan
studies in green (1)
born to be wild
there was no option
there was no other thing to say
texture (5)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
texture (4)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
texture (3)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
texture (2)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
texture (1)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
inside/outside (5)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
inside/outside (4)
pulsing on the everglow
with all things within and between
i curse the moment that left me here alone
but excuse the ones i carried in
inside/outside (3)
measuring waves with fingers
watching through portholes at the blank eyes
of leviathans
waiting for next year
what to say to the sky under such dark moods?
Sunshine and Wind 