to you, in lonely grab of air unchurned as yet be taken

to you, in lonely grab of air unchurned as yet be taken

pitched, perfect, i’m sorry, i never know what else to give
when i know nothing else to,
and

crumbled of a ball,
un-to stern observer, i,
split as watching animal, caged, lay
cheek to cornered marble, cold, to warm
the blister’d madness
faulted in simplicity

of all thoughts on: you