Not to Self
04/03/2015 09:30 a.m.
And I've got a time to back
It will never deep the moans
and will ever reap the sown
Tell me hippocratic lives
tell on another riven line

I can't stop thinking
there was a century
I'd love more than this
if I could only
find my way out

Now that we've come to this forest
I can't use an axe
I'll free-run like you free dive
breath held as I whip through the slash
and the vines underfoot
till I lilac into a gasp
rose into another

There is no point except what you sharpen