the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 9.6.18

We never standstill

In solitude. We’re amongst

An ecosystem

 

Whether it nature

The family, village, city,

Or state, borderless

 

Is our existence

In this universe, this now,

You participate.

recorded 14.6.18

recorded 26.4.18