i-titled

today i interracted with the sun...
i traced shades of front and back...
dancing in the light of a fallen star...
broken, bending, breathing, building

"it will take me time," i tell myself...
a little more than three more hours...
taste of winter is a flavor i cant dream...
crisp, craized, cozy, and clean

the blades of green are powerful...
images of knives in perfect harmony...
glory never fades when truth is near...
high, heavy, healing, not hopeless

every book is closed, or intellectual calling...
my mind is a well developed spring...
"harvest, harvest!" calls out the lark...
inbedded, imbroiderred, impoverished, i-titled

capitalized by frenzied propers and such...
i wait, aloud, for my turn to come...
pendulum effects robbing life like a cradle...
never, now, nocturnal, and new

"hear me roar," laughter clears its throat...
while everyone around is a cynic for a shirt...
their century cries "form follows function"...
obsessed, opressive, obnoxious, not omnipotent