cracks in the facade

break easily these days.

tiny quakes trigger the debris


foundations shift

roof tiles cascade down

and shatter into society’s path

sorry for the disruption

must needs repair

before desperation tumbles

everything all down



just a gesture

lifts the gutter back into position

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gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be

whispers of the water

waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn


amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming