gentle drips

sweet repose
solar strips
eyes pointed

upon thy countenance

with drawings on the windows
come in to brighten the damp hall
upward in intensely short eternities

blessings of the fall is the dream of all time

stare at this watch with a tremor in thy feet
grant me with the flash of battle in broad daylight
for this time soon will come when the story moves to pass
an awkward rebirth in which we ascend into the ground
i will squeeze tightly and look skyward then
how shall i feel in the dark?
this candle is a mountain which follows me
a new way to pass the time when teaching
hopes of being admitted by the i am
try to do what's right by thee
take this moment on bended knee
before the sand sinks through thy hourglass...