thetseliotofyourlovesong

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

The wind is more powerful than I’ll ever be

So I’ll unmask, un-name,

Set myself free

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

Spilled Consciousness

I’d like to be less vulnerable

That would mean unshocking a body bare of intention

Deracinating the roots of a time long grown into the core of her

Pulled and pooling into the last known sliver of love song sang by the youth of an echoed rib cage

Barred from remembering the words that swirl on the tips of tongues traced by times forgotten

So here

Make manifest the dreams that lay dying under the brush weed which once reclined to point at stars and clouds and say, “that one looks like how I feel.”

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

the trees reach for God

a life-long prayer

i’d like to be more like that

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]