A slow rise and two moons
In the morning
And a wind that's too soon
For knowing
Is it heavy-hearted to play this game
I know
My hands fell like fissure, to speak and then to
Let go
Now and then, she flies
Like sound
And until my body bends
Back down
It's all this rain in summer, I am numbered
Once more
Is this all I've noticed, everything I have
Ignored
Once, More
Once, More
