forever leaves of what lies beyond
Now I speak as my first words cut open what is my mouth And blow me into existence That I yet to dwell on The hogweeds of a long-formed thought Hits me like thunder that it’s not Here I am, spiraling out With forever raining leaves of a blood clout Stepping in and out of something that I can’t name though I long for Shelling a flesh is whilst adopting what it bore As I am born a mere thought Carving it to inanimate and shouting out loud Until that’s the name I’m known for Until I stand —still While fear of one little step devours me Drains, and spits me dry A leftover, crumbling to dust So defeated So naïve I saw men try Men like me, already shattered Unlike me, refusing to be still With that littlest step they meet The fall that kills Another measure of height leap of faith is A forlorn hope it is.