/i think i know this bird may not die/

the complete collection of why’s and how’s
i do i do possess
mostly to expand my body-heat lullaby
as a sleepy tide through the uncertain
the closer
the holy ghost and the father-and-son

this frozen window i dance against
will soon slice my arms
into thin hungry wires

i’ll ferociously grab the side of that beauty panel
make myself up and run

spin around loose and naked
on the hill nearby
where the cars light up narrow fires