tumbleweed tongue

sentient

sediment

adamantine ink

here's to your shadow

yours

the way  it paints

the stones

the stillness and the light

filaments

each piece each piece

bled into the blood

brushed against the bruise

kissed inside the kiss

back to the fog

of our

quiet descending we

eat

the lotus

seamless

unwise echoing love into

the clever arms of skin

we are kin

in the gutter throb and the kindness of eyes

that long curve

leads away

a 

way

ploughing

this concrete acre

with our knees

a library 

of echoing instructions

lever frames 

and relays

nests 

of wires coalescing

into circuitry and mime

Jesus lost in the coin slot
long distance call

easing the eaves of an idea into being
a framework
a filigree of breath

I bleed through the barcode of my harness

we become concrete

collected

in columns

craving symmetry

becoming

walls

painting bricks yellow

I forge

my own path

through the train window

hay bales

fields

of ellipses

always

infinitely

the miles inside me

stretch their edges

roads atomise

and I

am all around me