Would that you could

stand in place of me,

that I may recall myself.

Bit head to toe.

Static drops in longhand.

Revived right there...

where it so happens.

A silly tulip slipping

out of mass.

I could see where

you let it alone.

I wanted more of

that for you.

For no reason.

Trying to bless

first-person.

A continental push

off a shelf.

A string of bubbles.

Piecing salt.

Voyuers can be very

compassionate.

A perimeter spins

down, a corner sticks out.

A leaf folds over.

Transpiration has nothing

to do with fear.

Absolutely nothing--

have you noticed what's

been erected lately?

Its alabaster soma flicks

off a navel plug.

Beauty keeps what'll never

be born.

Never ask how it can stand it.

It really never took

long to find out what

deigns my stuffing.

What's sits in here

like fertilizer, already

doled out to a far off

land.

It feels great to steady

the juggling hands of

my Mother's polarity.

Trust ain't an agreement.