acraein

An omen a magpie told
The three swords a seller sold
Not for silver
Not for gold

A long forgotten domino
Three birds adorn the rose bough
Does it care?
Does it know?

Gotta gather up the mess around you
Gotta mess around and glue it to you
You calibrate and find your breakthrough 
You're turning off, you hit the drive-thru

Oh I have seen a world
so different from my own.
And one where I
Harvest what I've sown.

A bone will crack 
A stitch and suture
In my place 
I see the future 

Artifacts as clear as day
Matters of the composition 
One choice one outcome
Stay the course or reposition?

One hour I may feel
A certain way.
A change in waves reveal 
My dynamic range.

I wonder if I know anything at all.
Maybe my experience 
Is fractured at the fault.
If I took apart my essences
Recompiled my chemistry 
Would I whir,
Or would I stutter
Screeching to a halt?

Oh I have seen a world
I love to call my own.
A glimpse of some
Winner's wishing bone.

A photograph
Pristine and pure 
No work in post
Captured the allure

Feeling down when I should do more
Spinning plates long cold on the floor
Is there retribution left for me?
Well if it's so I guess we'll see

Is it easier in the sky?
Could these mechinations pass me by?
Could I be grounded in the mist?
No dwelling on the marks I missed

I remember when I lost myself
The hide and seek on carousels
An idle dream turned cry for help
A currency you can't buy or sell

Well you aren't here but I still talk
On a cold and winter walk
You have some bags in your blue coat
I can hear you clear your throat 

Two AM I'm gasping for the breath I breathed
I guess the only change I can see
I spend my time at a computer screen
And my only crown is on tooth 14

Well do I think that I could change?
It's not too late to act my age
There's still time for a final phase
What's a few more nights and days?

On what we’re entitled

She palms her bed table bible

Oh, what had passed the past ensures

Clues to sop the spills of future views

On what we’re owed

He toed the line and cowed and bowed

And oh, the hand the past had dealt

A cutpurse lives to buy and sell

The fairs and faults alike

We’re cracking hairs we recognize

You cut the sail, I’ll cut the lines

The love we’re owed is in our eyes

Oh, what did my parents pass along?

Oh, who’s to say what came upon

this vessel high

The winter’s gone, go reach towards the sunlit sky

Oh, what do we pass along?

Do we say or was our song

identified?

The winter’s long, go reach towards the sunlit sky

In the night
all the starlight lights our bedroom.
Six thousand years
to lie upon your elbow,
amplifying the darkness.

Morning time.
Birdsong lifts our tired volume.
Ancient times,
four periods in refinement
coming now to grace our coffee.

In the eve
short sunlight scatters round you
across the porch.
Well you are glowing, you look lovely.
I take your fingers and sing

"In my life
I was tired then I found you
to walk beside.
I am complete, I am broken,
I am all the light in the sky."

In the night
all the starlight lights our bedroom.
Six thousand years
to lie upon your elbow
to amplify all of the light.

The act of choice is not that hard.
To clean the house or mow the yard?
And once you choose there's more to do.
The simple act of follow through.
It could take one day one year,
Some take longer not to fear,
The dedicated earn compensation.
Another choice on graduation!
And when you're done, your last exhale,
Pass the dogs, approach the scale.
Watch someone proof your soul results.
A-plus! Of course! All beings exult!
It's quite easy there's nothing to it.
A correct choice we're born to intuit.

She dreams of a month of yellows.
And I feel the vines of my past come loose.
A crease in the map, like a nerve in the tooth.
A hum like trains, bright like cellos.

I hear the guts of a truck through the pines
following poles of telephone lines.
I look at the blue fractal cutouts above.
I quicken my pace and tighten my gloves.

Keep calm it was only a nightmare,
A lifetime a light-year an hour ago.
Lay your head down and focus on snows
that soon will tuck in the years.

This house of flies
I spun.
If I could turn back time.
If I could un-spin the sun.

The calm of cool undone.
Spool un-spun to pools of wool.

Isn't it though the perfect rhyme?
How much more could I need?
A softer dough still rises fine.
There's water for every seed.

Through halls of wax I run.
If I could turn towards time,
If I could un-sing the sun
And just be done

On this world so many days
take my hand as we change.

I tried to scrunch up my face
and photograph this time and place.

But everybody knows
context makes those old photos.

And everybody knows
I lost mine years ago.

Is the world getting colder
or am I getting older?

Am I a feather?
Or a soul with
the reigns in my hands?
Balancing
the hope and the nether
On the beach
I could watch crabs forever.

Am I much better?
Or a soul worth
more than a grain of sand
In infinity
I coped with it better
On the peak
I could watch clouds forever.