I thought he needed me
like rainfall begs for light...

You held out your hand
to stroke the sun...

Reveal your unobstructed purpose for me
for lonely eyes I am an entity...

I stretch my mouth
like a troubled crow...

Destiny has no lead
for I am unmistakably the criminal...

You peel away the angled mirrors
until no light is reflected...

Fingertips of liquid apple
close around your stem...

I haven't seen the sun
come out from the dark, before...

First dawn-
ivory tone bursts...

Beneath the midnight keys
I feel your feet running toward me...

Huff & release
the season tactic...

When does sainthood become the foundation from...
Surely there is not always a didactic harpist...