Slip Easy

slip easy
try to breeze me
breeze is already here, simple and complete
not hard or fast
bits of weed conducting inside of me
how strange this pleasure is
although not the filler for life
neither one
what was it then?
or what is it then?
alway with the questions, but most flutter in your mind
few reach the surface to breathe
true, it is impossible for all of them to survive
but there is a dark notch in the slowly decaying tree in the unknown, strange field
over there
the notch grows darker as the sky grows faster
and darker