RAINING DOWN A VERY CERTAIN GLOW

the view is not

in volume one

the first edition

as always hides

points for bottom

talking, taking off on

suppling more

bulbs in holes

 

to adnate here

so soft sends up

my own tullips

amongst the best 

to ornate here 

so I lifted high

my own hilltops

so true you on

a warm breeze

I will fill indeed

above the lines 

call up the divine in woe

we glide on

to go head over rocks

heels turning

every stone here

seems for times yet

reforming to the despair

in awhile treasures

only floating around

at pages be

without anymore

or wooden slats bending air

beneath me

I see the dark

far inside a-crying need

a-sweet imprint of

the big tree

from every top

comes every

bottom rung

are from verses 

all puzzled over

and to spirits to sing outta time

listens for a change

dash away fear

dash away it all

some unknown stillness on behalf exist

have you to see

fully upon thy efforts

of a bucket and pouring

a watering can

now matters much

to go instead

sweep up, keep up

repairing each extra piece

lost and found 

spinning and swirling 

two more are

raining down

a very certain glow

upon praises in

these enjoyments and,

isn't it content

what contains problems

behind me

rose, rose, rose at first flight

if, it was rather deep

long streams

they're all stems

out of later on

to roses seen whereas

horizon over arches gonna live

overall shapes

and sizes drops

perhaps also special expressives happen

in a little while back

what will it say

every drop blew

every farewell short wears away

every farewell strange

will recall

free form at dawn

was in the soft light falls

flat spot on the ground

you can see rightly through

observing disquiet darkness

finding the night

finding them both a-watching out

devoid of much in

these movements and at that

we went together

a-sunken away later on

across sands

across branches lulls

of much occurs by ordeal

has echoes as one wave

oh, hold onto this

raining down

a very certain glow

up above again

seeing how 

we all gave a-kind thing

longing counting down

on and on and on

all unconcealed

in the wind

if you can see it

as bright hopes

interscopes wandering

perhaps in woes

oh, come on

counts on returning

unknowing, wanting

new hopes

interscopes wandering

checking it out

on broken sticks

weaving me

to a-hurried look

torn shadows

it's real heavy ahead

and how if so ever grown

oh, do you still?

I will feel indeed

above the skylines

 

several more

of its parts to be

several more

of its leaves

counts on zero

the paperbacks sold

returning over it

Something is so hollow'd

 

turning cold

going out

to relight it

becomingly

something

that is inceasingly

advancing

unto the past

of bright lines

as we devolved it better

yourself behold it

reattached from on the shelf

 

the view is not

in volume one

the first edition

as always hides

points for bottom

talking, taking off on

suppling more

bulbs in holes