always left-field, walking away, alien-hearted heart break, my mum and the movie stars.

brought up short, the lens materialises along fault lines.

in the rafters hang soul skins safe, below the daily grind.

bind me, reading the callouses of your hand like braille, slip knot me to my lineage.

discern, respond, the turn is the geometry of life.

ray of light, drop of water, shared solidarity.

the eye left open all night, rim for rain, sanctuary for things that fall.

the line says no, we don't share. what fell freely is sequestered

the first task is reaching for, the secondary is learning to let go.

still trailing the edge of your message.

life blooms errant, crossing red lines, left right and centre.

will takes the whip and soft sentience folds.

infrastructure counts units. passengers fragment, merge and emerge.

looking through tears nothing is whole, stems slant in the jug like the flower is nothing to the root.

what you take with you, and what you let go of.

carry me, i do not want to walk alone.

hope was in the scissors held steady to the pencil line, a class of children cutting out angels.

wrest from one realm to another, leaving without possession, to grow as you can.

assembling parts, co-ordinating from the least the mechanism of the whole.

unacknowledged, angry, body parts will walk you off a plank.