it does not come easy by day or leg
withstanding the cluttered minds at my side
falling hearts entangled with barbed kisses
my chance by art
i have blended many material and common thoughts together
given over to irrational winds that prolonged a goodbye
water or stone
and fragile bouquet's standing on end
to speak of truth
for bones settle in cool shadows
against each other under construction
groundation and obligation
with your hand or on wooden flute
stead fast in tongue with scent
here i am pushed into my body by plant and animal
a seat i am sitting
a passenger heart born and worn
gently beating the floor while keeping the crown
of no more than five pounds
positioned and aimed to cut through
sorrow and pain
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