sublimate your body

Over your wings I blow a favor

That has taken me years to consider :

"Refrain from the past", as you told me ;

As if looking at you shall set me free...

 

There is a condition that is called life –

It needs rain on sundays and sun on tuesdays –

Overexpanding from the roots, above

The trees of acting, under the feet of clay.

 

Chance has taken my spirit to inhabit my body

It is an expectation of something holy

Like an empty bottle after a friendly visit

Like a blank page that has been split...