◇☆ pause in synchronization ☆◇

I remember the ducks

synchronized

And I remember the snow like dewy pearls and blankets

And I saw then 

with less jugdement in my heart 

I felt better

And to just feel like a human

Not better or worse

Just a part 

Pure

Somewhat just living

Like all else

And to be one of the branches

Circling around the sun

Or the street lamps

Or the stars

And to hear the pebbles of rain

And singing of birds when I close my eyes 

To be freed from the strings and webs and sticky pulling threads

That keep us away from the full of nothing

Of just sitting and being and wondering and letting things sit and then letting go

Of nescesarry pause from the loud and red and industrial

☆ shells (we grew up old) ☆

World pulsing

And dreaming

Into the gleaming snow

The branches curl and fold

As the white cover our heads

Like hats and coats

And I need to be hugged

To be hugged by the world

The wild

We grew up old

Playing in the forest 

an art unknown

But then i had known

The truth held our hands and covered our backs 

like shells or waves

Blankets that kept us safe

Werther we knew it or not

We moved into the forest

The forest moved into us

And I cannot forget my call

Between bricks and metal and cold asphalt

And in these lonely streets

All roots and colours 

and sounds bleed out 

But the choice is not ours

The choice is not from the forest

And it seems

To do and to be

Some part of you is left behind

To do and to be

Some part of you is left to die

twisted necks

So much is felt

So much is said

I cannot untangle or cut

The cake that bakes

Somewhere in my chest

Thick and full of flesh

As a baby in the stroller

And everyone looks down the crib

With their twisted hanged necks

To change, explain and persuade

The infant and inferior, 

the shortlived

Caged to the bed or pressed to the chair

Its for your best, no fleeing here

But what some don't know

Is that at night

You've been walking alone

Through thickly dripping trees and fog

Through the wild and true and unseen

And opened yourself and taken off your face

And you learned to walk and talk their talk

But you will soon see

Mo matter what

Twisted necks and tall red eyes

keep spitting

bending

and looking down

the burning

And yes i have thought

The cut-clean and uncomplicated

And appearingly beautiful

Like castles and statues and gold

Are neat and pretty

But there's something else about

The way the sun curls itself

Into my lovers hair

And seeps through the window

Or the way he holds me

Like the colours of the day

Like the way ocean melts stone

And the mountain grows green beyond 

Sparkling and burning

With soul, sorrow and love

And theres somethings about the way

The world cuts itself

into the soil and rocks and us

and how it cuts and molds and cleaves

as leaves in all shades cover the ground

With colours of mint and forest and burning coal

And I am burning slowly as the world tears us down and wears us down

little by little

But let me be 

alive for now

For a speck of time

floating in the milkyway 

scattered across the sky