life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

the very idea that i could be

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

bring me things to break myself upon till

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest