acraein

It isn't such a quiet world
Until you find a quiet place
And if I see anguish on your face
Then I will try to change it.

When I'm miles from you, know
I close my eyes and you appear
Not exact, not like a mirror
Perhaps an apparition of your soul?

In this way I see you often
It's not the same I know, but know
You're so close to me wherever I go
Help me know that I can make it.

It isn't such a quiet world
Until you find a quiet place
Well I can see you in my face
And I know I can always find my quiet

You coax
I cloak
You go for broke
Idyllic 
Tip to toe in thick acrylic 
It wasn't what you said
But how you said it
Embedded in the yolk.

I find
A sine
Pick apart the twine
Comatose
Save the hum of nice ghost notes
A strike upon the head
Might make me hear it
Snapping like a fishing line.

A fire
Empire
Burned and then retired
Borderline
Rupture neuroendocrine 
But it didn't leave you dead
Woke you up alive again
An order to admire.

There's a face in every mountain
Sleeping in the premonition of the sun
Breathe out grace and calm, supine
Breathe in ammunition from your gun.

I broke the knob off on the red door
Glued it to the tomb of my enemy
And I could see me
And I could see the distant shore, crystalline
Then left and left me shivering
Because I was still Magdalene and what's more

The traffic winds through redwood forests
With it's dull gutteral chorus
How holistic thoughts did help the bears
They cut their teeth on laissez-faire 

What's more than a meditation?
Maybe a firm understanding 
Not co-reverberation
Not the on point branding

What's more than a celebration?
Or yet another landing?
Another shortcoming?
I wasn't born on vacation

If I could reach out in the night
If I reached out through the cold
If I could reach you
What would I do?
(A picture of a pet)
(A song composed by friends unmet)

If I could stream you bits
And we passed on the old road
Would you filter it?
Would you listen to my voices hiss?
(My flaps and taps and stops)
(My croaky northern packet loss)

Interaction is diminishing 
When I speak you aren't listening 
When you call upon me through the fog
I hear my inner monologue 

A billion voices flung to space
Wave creation at unrivaled pace
No ears to hear my poor guitar
My voice will nestle among the stars