I love the way
the wind through the trees
leaves the summer in my hips;
a splintering pain
up my senses

with that
which we regard
as humanity

- the homo sapiensy set-asideness -

nothing but
an aspect
on bones staggering cross the soil
and flowing elements
out of bursting super novas

I love the way
the pain splinters
up the summer winds;
my senses rich
with unavoidability