With idiosyncratic impunity,
to own this longing to belong…
Sacred wood is the heaviest to carry,
But the most worthwhile in terms of time to cost,
down to, smouldering, remaining benefits of glowing embers.
Whose odd, red light trembles like magma flows.
And a voice more clearly reveals that it is a musical instrument
when it speaks in languages foreign,
In a strange tongue
that makes my shoulders suddenly fall forward,
caving in
going downwards
Shallowing into empty water lakes
into the above of
each, respective collarbone.
Where skin becomes
shoulder.
WrittenCasey 