you are the best you
I have ever met
the reason I get up-
sleep inertia grew my frown
missed the eclipse today
felt it, nonetheless
it's possible I'll never get around
to what I meant
ironing discrepancies
until my landscape is horizon
see the spires and steeples matter
open the door and see the fingers
gathered
we matter
there is no greater religion
than sit with me
when I can't find the words
it's possible I'll never get around
to what I really mean
I still feel you are near
when alone cushions
when darkness shines
there is no greater need
than sit with me.
