keep you free releasing you (as long as it takes)
reflection
It dances and you don’t know
as water must in light I have
these drifting years to let me
save every offering from subtle
to tempest her waves must be
suffered or soaked in so deeply
these same hands that had vainly
paddled prove lines being drenched
I’ll have another hundred such
dawns and days they carry
inspiration like river t(i)rade a
heavy lading made light was
my oceanic mission out of
the blue turned redolent as glints
hitting webbing we have that
thewy and effortless step (light)
We spin yet it holds with-
in its brilliant extension rust
does not tarnish or corrode
from us we take that other-
wise by less freethinking
bitter reversion of ore to the
air and feel in the earth in the
water in the salt a bulwark
finished inside
How many meanings might be
put under microscope or cover
when it comes to answering with
no reservations I can make any
seem fitting or mighty like
chances as a young man have
no added handicap of that
empty string we didn’t catch
yet kept on it as if we had
Thats my childish want all
along not like the one song but
the greater part left over all
told of the crawl before you
walk necessity given the need
that is so sparingly given let
me sing again there is no view
you can in a circuit keep to
keep you free releasing you
Question of the host directed
personal yet personable per
person making her into verb or
him into possibilities bright
future past presenting initials to
the last that drew or etched in-
to tops undoing trees and beams
the opera when she sings loud a-
cross water like bodies reprise
bye bye baby
Have you seen me, today,
for before leaving I leave
you a word or two pages to
two chapters growing fewer
how warm you were before
your parting breath was blown
less friendly or more ready to
let the letters be (spoken)
Give me a kiss and I will be
first in the evenings song a
verse you took thoughtless with-
out being taught yet you know
it played softly through the
soft bed you’d have never
left if they didn’t let its sides
down lowered so you’d climb
Down with me, misery does
not love or live too freely
with each introduction its sub-
sequent ones come to bid good
byes and riddance buys an end-
urance forcing perspective for
your petty permanence pretty
when situations accept this