the skull's remnants

do

whatever

you please

.

take that gray shovel

in thy pale gracious hands

.

and dig in a mossy vacant ground

just around the dendrites of thy orchard

.

ne’er did i possess a rein for thy thoughts

neither for the chords you play in your heart’s strings.

.

so do whatever you please,

and place your chin in place

with the books and changes

with the rainbows & daisies

with the dance and distance

with the smiles for the miles

along such sly savory flavors

for thy transparence in place

the moment thy return heals

the numbness of these ankles

the failure in flying for sprees

most of all, for looking in full,

in the fullness of other moons

.

to be contained in such a soulful vessel’s incomparable

to any dream, or wanting, of freedom there is

the time’s a clover at times a flower

i want a mirror just  over

my shoulders.

ores.