poking and prodding.
cutting and bleeding to live.
one more day in pain.
the fold
something new something
old. the world smiles more brightly.
tucked into the fold.
strafing summer
the thick gray dour sky.
the soft strafing of cold rain.
slow death of summer.
flying onwards
the great unwinding.
the road ends at the sharp cliff.
we must choose to fly.
fall away
tickle me summer.
suckling from your hot bosom.
fall banging outside.
hitched dreams
the mourning and knight.
are one and the very same.
hitching hopes on dreams.