As blue as a thousand oceans deep
As high as a million mountains Steep
As deep as no eye could ever peep
As wide as the wind does daily sweep

You belong to the lyric,
  you give life the words

You belong where before you did not,
  you most need to be heard

You belong to the meaning,
  you stare into the dark

You belong to what’s not of this world,
  you rechristen the stark

You belong to what’s promised,
  you the master of rhyme

You belong to the choices you’ve made,
  you the prophet of time
  
You belong to the morning,
  you emblazon the night

You belong to those voices that call,
—you belong to the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

It happened again.

I saw your face on everyone around me,
I stumbled through crowds.

People stared, but I stared back because all I could see was you.
I miss you.

Maybe only when i'm messed up, but it counts.

I got to our place.

And it felt like I couldn't breath,
I screamed and screamed.
If there was anyone around to hear they’d probably,

Call the police...
Hah.
Thats a funny thought.

It felt like I didn’t have enough space,
I put my arms out and I was touching the ends of the world.

I felt your body there.
I ran my hands through the grass
Like I was tracing the outline of your body.

In my mind I kissed you and it was almost like
You were really there.
Whispering sickeningly sweet things.

Sweet things dripping into my open wounds
Filling and suffocating my lungs...

fell off a horse and rose to my feet
bruised and dismounted... my eyes chiseled
into sharp orbs.
my bandy limbs, throbbing
from the test.

II

before the fall, i was born -
on the moon.
i never broke a bone
in my eye.