this is the magicof a mundane morningfuture turned presentto mend past’s dismay
under morning waterand chosen darkness
weathered hands with scars
in the street’s middlebanged knees cradle gray gravelblood begins its pour
when the golden breeze of autumnsighs its secret hello for listening ears
I am in accelerationattempting to findvalues for my variables
she relished it
as I walk toward the sunlightnew grass gives against brown feet
candlelight flickerslike the rhythm of heartbeatebbing and flowing.
calescent watercleanses skin so it can toucha brand new sunrise.