Let me draw your marrow / morrow
you can add to it
I will give it to you
The window is open a crack
bird call through a slip
wings turned inside
out but shared,
mind & veins pulsing working still...
hands wrapped in messiness - together & equal
I walk toward myself
It's not about the money
In motion you speak
The language that language is based on
In motion you draw yourself out…
In motion you see the things that others can not see
In motion you cannot
always see what your body knows.
In motion your hand leaves a print.
a touch, fused with sight
a pressure, a weight
Cowardice + FEAR + Obliviousness + Lack of Empathy + SILENCE = Treachery
what lies beneath