the body of the beach is flowing east, as cells in you discard their past and leave for the wilderness.

complexity can insulate change. the direction of growth bides it's time.

at any table feed the empty mouth, close the gaping wound, hear the silent voice.

a torso is barely a ladder for the anxiety that rises, a form held with love as the insistent drama leaves.

our fingertips double a sensory universe, tools extend our claim and blunt our knowledge.

what is it you carry, sealed within your body, that will ignite and shatter your world?

mining for what pays, a cost dear to life.

she said, help me, don't harm me cross over and learn. what i need is what you need.

the last scap of river front saved from the gated houses by our pride for the magna carta.

positivity may grease the wheels contrails cross out the sky, yet i save the banner of your primary colours.

a city of small rooms lit at night bodies as mass yet thin walled apart.

the emergency is now

be still where you stand. the circle of ownership fades as everything else resumes its place.

let your hand find the task, be led by the push of your roving dreams.

in this granular stretch i hold object permanence for those that are gone.

from around the house i collect the ticks, stray signs of life well lived, fuel for the tank.

unlikely elements congregate, i'm reading faces for alignment, where is it i fit in?

dismantle the straight-jacket and radiate.

some days are sent to carry you over the humps of life.

the dark is rich, gives shades of sensing, form is felt without, felt within. thought is given no bounds.