Alternating freezing and thawing temperatures

form long dark scars on the trunks of spruce trees 

A warm front suddenly plummets

the outside contracts more quickly than the inside

causing rapid splitting

Cold, still air carries sound well amplifying the sudden sound of wood cracking

9/29/2020

It doesn't end it starts over

    falling temperatures

        falling apart

            feeling whole

                glutted bb

Orange sky

    moments, ingots, stored buried

Mornings where I feel myself gather

    no time to rewound

        doubt can fuck off

 Deciduous parts fall along the way

    but remember

            these are not words lost.

    

On the boundaries

I FEEL I EXIST ON THE BOUNDARIES

    BUT AM GOOD AT BLENDING 

         THE UNIVERSAL THRUTHS REVEALED 

             THROUGH SEEING MYSELF IN YOUR EXPERIENCES 

                 AND MY FALSEHOOD REVEALED WITH MY CONTRA. 

 HERE WE ARE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN SCIENCE AND ART. KNOWING AND FEELING. 

 I CAN NOT SAVE ANYONE. 

    NOT EVEN MYSELF. 

         THAT PART OF ME IS ALL USED UP. 

ALL I HAVE LEFT IS TO SIT HERE, BESIDE YOU, AND ALLOW YOU TO EXIST AS YOU ARE. MY YOU, ALWAYS SHIFTING FROM THE UNIVERSAL AND THE HONORED. 

 THAT'S THE ARCHITECTURE. THE STRONG BEAMS BETWEEN PUBLIC AND PRIVATE.

 ALWAYS SEEKING BALANCE. 

        

                                 ALWAYS WANTING TO TIP THE SCALES.