my likeness walked through grims of youth,
the same as those through calm impute,
they sang morning from every night
I walked from down a forced polite
this frigid retention turning
away at first glance here burning
so that (if world was fear to bring)
eyes would shut that I squirm in spring
newly as unburied July
sparks float who, can thaw wintry chill
and sleeping bodies rise to fates,
woke dreamers from the ghostly casts
he, and why some terribly weep
in mirror he could not her keep,
humbly, a smallest voice not to try,
for her he could feel mountains cry
she lifted valleys dooms of love
he through joy and grieves they can give
praising forward too much too soon
alms desire for creeped out moon
joy his song and was thought so pure
she scared wanted him away sure
I was so yes and to rejoice
flesh alive in midsummer blessed
his flesh was weak, his blood was blood
is my blood, can conceive the mood
to climb and creep battered mile
uphill but not found a smile
toss aside and announce intentions
pity loses to dislike runs
September arms of then extend
shut up silence or not a friend
an April fool and proud to push
and earth beckoned becomes dust
left exposed for slim ever chance
shoulders square for sorrow advance
semblance was true rejection’s lot
no lie of right could he be bought
if once a friend her face a foe
out of sight left never to know
October moved from he to I
trees wilted through dark years and dry
(every child was not to come
disappeared before setting sun)
life given to steal and cruel things
a heart of guilt – regret this minds
falls is not to be cured disease
freedom am death of all green leaves
end will dull though doubts taste still bright
bitter as what moments most sweet
commit to ground death worms dumb all
even you, brighter lesser pall
we shall inherit this bequeath
I say though why you and I breathe –
she and he because lived their souls
December and love more unfolds
