The wind was lower than the day before the day before

And I was anticipating

And I marked by time

By breathing, again and then

I looked up occasionally

Petulant in hope

And you still were not there

What was it within that charged like this

That would not relent

That would not stop

I heard the margins between the cane

Surging with me, the wind tactile

And you were still not there

I gazed from face to happened face

To find your eyes, the mark of which

I held before and held and held and held

I turned and heard the wings of some

Illustrious winged ones and I knew I was not Icarus

Then you were there as sudden as a heartbeat

And I could not breathe

The wind rose and ran upon me like a new day

And I held in momentary loss

The world, the words that were no longer mine

Intuit

intuit

 

innocence is my desire

a virgin birth's ennui

and in some of my dreams

i am child again

rambling alongside the house

touching plants, tasting sand

dust to dust to this

i forget at times that i used to live

live somewhere else and not in this place

this mind that seems lost, dis-moored

membered in disgrace

i point to the innocent

and feel the loss as if i once was so

i feel it desperate within

like a mother within the womb

without

and a child with a suckling breasts

without

i cling to naivety

but it does not talk to me

instead it smiles and forgets

and i am alone without the dust

for those who are never melancholy

i say, do not try to understand

you never were me

never will be