In my hands an old trusted steeple…

A night measured out in slices of sky.

I love you with my entire heart.

The world couldn’t hold any grief because all there needs to be is love for you.

Like this. Very silent.

As unrelenting as the ocean and darker.

I walk through a golden orb weaver’s web.

It’s just space.

The ship come and gone.

Floorboards cracked and all.

The sun shining right in my eyes.

Red, deep in an altered state.

At the bottom of the Southern Ocean. 

We’ve been traveling with a bright lantern. 

To a land we do not know.

And we’ve often been asleep.

The absence of all emotion, of pain or fear.

A kind of love that vanishes love forever.

A more tender, shaking kind of place where we could live.

Just for the sake of feeling what that feels like.

Miniature compasses line my heart.

What part is the soul?

A new heart made of flesh?

I shot a gun behind a maple.

I didn’t know how to hold a gun.

Yet I shot anyway. 

The sky is regular quiet. 

Every surface so warningly empty.

Honesty is what I’m looking for.

Goat to a bale of hay. 

When the world is suddenly open and full of gaps.

There are no mountains or darkness or great sea creatures.

Or lack of love or want of love.

You told me I never write you letters.

I’m giving up my arms and the left side of my face.

In an old way I love you.

I multiply and love more.

But I’m not sure what I carry.

Other than my snake arms holding me.

What am I missing beyond truth?

Many different colors.

Are my legs skinny and hairy to you?

Will you not go fishing with me? 

I didn’t think anything would happen.

So I did it while you weren’t looking.

I will always remain two inches from guilt.

If you can’t show me truth, then show me the shell

From the end of the earth.

Where every trust is kept.

Keep me holy crawling chapel windows.

Wanting got us here in the first place.

Trapped in the bottom of the boat.

Around us is a nest of fur and bones.

We have not been unwrapped.