under the sky you form silver cobwebs. you beautiful
form. slight relationship status reminds me of vehicles
and here I take bees to be human. our views remain.
someone is the object, in the house and lost,
in faith, remains.
a bridgework, ash, our bodies.-
want to curl with
mistakes and missteps. every time it rains or
the sky is gray, you stay. Mutant mechanism
living almost like humans we fail to function
inside, full blood/warm blood/artificial heart.
Leaving wilted flowers of contrived realities
shrink wrapped and grasping
Wendy full of expectation, the clear song
the clear sky, saddest lines I’ve read today.