Wide awake.

Taking over dawning,
kicking around down in the sand -
sighting a grey-barn stand among summers ruins

Stepping up to the ledge of a still asleep stone bridge
when a grey wagtail flee away with a quenched cry
almost unheard in our consent of silent wind-throws

(It hurts to be so greatly charged with suspicion.)


It cuts hard into my insight.

Sad to say, I am an all too easily harmed, an turned inside irascible
that been lured to train myself balanced, to hurt myself galled,
be a vulnerable and at the same time avoid hardest pain

(Being all wounds intact and lulling my fairest dream again)

Have ragged myself to come down to the others alikeness;
to obstinately be on exception as an unknown curiosity
But… One thing will lead to the last - In to an unsolvable

(Remained left in a late set autumn, in a capricious - In a timeless)


Finally my anguish cuts me done.

It is late.
Care not to carve in overripe wood more now.


Wide awake.