Be to it
To describe you and me, in anguish
Gulit
Seeking higher landscapes with
Better Air
Where I feel undeserved
And it’s better you know
I am

Where you breathe calm, holding
My hand
Where you sit, relaxed
Breathing deeply
Transfering tension
In smoke streaming fingertips
Staring in my direction

Noise,
The noise that has no
Hourly Pay for
Seconds are truthful
And beautiful
None of changes anything
But this

This thought that lingers
And grows
Digging my thumbs into my thighs
I laugh, as the universe restrains me
And demands that I move forward