falling to
sound thinking small rain
atop your
large frons, soaking somesun
hidden, prior today.

 

I feel weak,
am I doing wrong?

 

Wakeup, newmoth
fell asleep sometime in the belly of last year
but now theres hints
of that coolwind, coming back clear

 

early morning a moth lay above my head
the sharp light chilled me
for a first time,.
old Thrower, the Coyot’s dead.

 

I should wait before my cards again,
give time to the season,
let the new world ring effect,
let the new world take its steps.

(dadf#ga)

“i think this would fit into wraparound chronology but not overly nicely, atleast currently. its a bridgegap, there is more to be said and more sound.”

more,, as in, , encouraging myself to more thoroughly build this world of my own. 

there is so much to be spoken. it pains me.

to build almost a database, or lists and webs of information and story.

       its on the tip of my mind and it will come. I will bring this music and world derived of poem and sound into fruition for you i love you.