When last to mutter
may your head fall empty
illness find
approaching graveness
May your light strum from
a dust torn window
to where you watch
still body part
We none do see each I fall out
For example: I held his hand
I did not
know when it was over
What made me mean body
Gone uncaught
un-lit or flown
it’s strange
of that mine
I can tell you nothing left
but what formed
Now—to hold on
to new space
Frame tremor can you
frame heady loss
with a morning canceled
no
I think no
morning can go canceled
That day became
a broken ear
a constant ringing
take care of this
beware of
Not any inner thought
Straight became
a monster
I mean master
of my own clean loss
See this version
this image
waits not to grow cold if you ask
I will go by
my second self’s hand
no sneak up from behind
bright shade
tranquil dose
to catch me ill
staring at far off clouds unraveled thin
My lord
the closest killer
hides my enemies too
Open only
unhinged in plea
hands hollowed
Prayer shuts one from page
Like dim reflections
each end sigh
goes fiddle out the window
to play for ghosts
Don’t worry you don’t know them
When it comes
I’ll tell
it sounds like
deathswish or hushwish
Never bell
When last to muster
some tune through
loud gales
You keep it short as I will
ask no more
this way
Exception: unseen
Please let me leave unseen