waking in a

resistance was lost

into an inhale of full greys

as the fool picks up

a metaphor from the ground

 

salty kisses of feral waves

covering the boat with tears

shaking out of the possessed

a reversed line of light in your back

 

dear emptiness full

of choices drawing

millions of horizons

into these cups of cappuccinos

 

heaven resembles water frozen

in distant blacks you cannot read

only watch and wonder becoming

trees in costumes of confidence

 

today dear

protected by drunken birds learning to whistle

dear today

you will see beyond