weary head, grasping at an end. we look up and we're squinting at the sun, lay back into the grass, feel relief.


damn the mind that perplexes the soul, the convolution, the nearsighted foolishness of a fool i am. it is an anchor hinged on my eyelids. shuttered in shame. where is the singular smile i left at the door. halo's hung as if to deny the Son. Father, i have done wrong. wont you follow me down to the hole set in the ground. palms as spades handfuls of an ashen world to nurture the life inside, its the cycle of spring. when i coil in fear i want you to look at my face, its an honest love, we can set it straight. i gave you the nexus, my first connection to the pulchritude of a lover's stare. peaceful, the world sets me down. i am sorry.