I of III being knee-deep in mucktransfixed on the starlightshine in another’s eyes II of IIINothing sets in until you see that path on their body. The meek journey-of-hands traveled by so many before. A simple route across the chest, crossing on the sternum, up to the shoulders. Unity to the Catholics, revered as being in need of precise blessings. Oh, hospital shine — fluorescence off surgica...

Time’s arms’ contortionsreach new radiansready for the early birdif the young sparrowwould pull its beak up—A.D.

I of III being knee-deep in mucktransfixed on the starlightshine in another’s eyes II of IIINothing sets in until you see that path on their body. The meek journey-of-hands traveled by so many before. A simple route across the chest, crossing on the sternum, up to the shoulders. Unity to the Catholics, revered as being in need of precise blessings. Oh, hospital shine — fluorescence off surgica...

It’s a second-guessingselling yourself short on the stardust within It’s cause?no trust in your only toolleaving headspacefor superstitions of thepresent and their high demand.  Everything obscured by clouded judgment in our everyday lives rampages once againbrought back to the limelight Second-guessing only smothersnascent embers in their most vulnerable hour