Among the low points forests low embalming breezes set in as Ice exhales from the tip of breathe among the sights set above; sun shines in. Embraced then cradled the winds pour in like tides foaming through finger tips set on the fluid inhale, and plans liquidate the estates that tax within. The past melts in soluble mass wax that cultivates then dissipates. Bubbling then flow south to the river and the sea, and trumpets resound on summer soaked hills. Flowers bob and dance together the tempo showers through in harmonic ecstasy as the dust flows from dead smiles, and leather faces shrivel in the sun in four four time the evaporate in urgent careful stares.
Stumbled to our knees we all made mistakes and he’s our lifeline like children we side step into heavenly footsteps. Our sprained ankles, and broken knees reassemble as the house lights die, and the neighborhood forecloses like a graveyard ready to head east because the suburbs no longer know our names. The house life dies passing in the daytime underneath a symphony of nameless faces, and faceless names that pass from one kidney stone to another. Upward. Onward. The expanse of weight any glory abounds in fashioned congruence we can go only if you believe.