Accept

I
don't know why
you cut your soul
from another's dough,
so all that you are 
could never eclipse 
the core repitoire 
or terms and conditions.

I
identify
with the cunning crow
and the molting gecko.
The legacy I'll leave
is skin and bones,
feathers and poems,
calls and an echo.

Personify
the falling snow.
We stay and we go,
channeling channels old.
The grain of the oak.
Turn with the oxbow.
Provide for the benthos.

I
just don't know why
you'd pin your skies
to a stranger's window.
Sense of self
sacrificed.
Thoughts, desires
sold at market price.