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.