My being ripples Inhabiting antagonistic vultures Dancing in the wind

Ideals that rubber band me back like a hummingbird on nectar

Two dots and a dash It’s a vanishing act

The tangible constraints are harbored in my chest Braided in my calves Acquired in my hands

Interruption to the treadmill prescription

Prescription to skirt the byways A breath of fresh air Relief collected in every inhale

Veteran of dissections Curating a collection Dreams of the main stage Reduced to a shoebox

Masterful Weight

Shoebox museum of saintly ideals

The playhouse at the end of the rainbow

The wind Let off the leash Rips the remarkable rouse That virtue cannot posses

Hands hold free admission to the ship Which sails on hidden language

Hands hold free admission to the ship Which sails on hidden language (Copy)