heart to heart to deep to sea

























It is the things we keep with us
burial 
death
underground
casket belongings
some things are carried to the grave
have you not known?
have you not
and why must this be without
logic
truth
dependency
have you not known
all these weeds
all these branches
have grown up
for you
and your sunlight
within my own seeds



i sit with huge eyes
and painted cheeks
I lay on 
these hardwoods
for hours
still
still
still
lacking movement
I wait for the abyss 
that decides
to not arrive


i wait
and I sit
and i weep
i wait
and i sit
and i weep
i wait
and i

would rather be without for eternity.
if this cannot be



"all this weight is honest worst
were moderate we modernize
till our hell is a goodlife"