in the moment
where all i goes
wrong the rythm of i
thoughts usually
preceed the i notion
that time
is no i longer
on the i side of
potential but is
from the idea i of
what was i already
an idea with i seeds
of sprouting i waiting
paths

they've been left
to consider the
difference between
what is of been
prevented in the
mean
for the sake of much
less hurt and
such
a deep wound
of learning edging
beyond a touch
and in the misguided
reality to open
a door masked hopes
behind the grinning
smugness of me

followed by a dream
the leaves swifting
silently bringing down
branches of weight
bearing witness to
a deafening rumbling
once shot down
from the sifting mass
of taking the
wrong path on a daily
weekly and yearly
moment. In
wondering
if someone, somewhere
something is
respecting my ignorance.
in doing so i am
covered with branches
no longer held up by
a part of me that
was keeping me
from drowning in leaves
reaching for a missed dream

if i could
question the actual
ity of my definit
ion, i would be strand
ed in amon
gst clearly be
ing not able to scream
that i might of se
en you wait
ing inbetween the lett
ers of the word sitt
ing on the end of my mi
nd and if i,
i would
shout your name

to carve your true value
for me
i have escaped from
a society that brought you down
and left you alone
surrounded by billions of
reminders of your lonely pain
to mold your true faith
in me
i have attended to not leaving
that lonely part of me run free
and i stayed in beyond
the company of of need
to ingrain your truth
to me
i have held the idea of you
in a place where
only tears
flow in moments of
bearing witness to belonging
to a journey bringing
the value of your faith
into a breathing living
flowing sight slightly
blurred behind a concave
welling of meaning

i will whisper run
more from the place
hidden away
to the day
whispering wait
even while the focus
for the animal sensing
that inside the wind
is a whisper waiting
to blow a cave
clear of webs
holding you
i will whisper run
and take you with me
to reach beyond
your wait and the edge
of the sky that has
limits only cloud
grasping chases follow
i will whisper run
when i am about to die
if you are not beside me

on a floating chance