fisherman
the world is kind inside the blue inside the breach that gift & all its beautiful absurdity when it's not the words that speak just the voice that’s listening through those eyes oh! whose do you think? my dear dear come close close here here loosen your grip from the hood of your sleeves let your tears spool beyond your farthest reach do that & the world will kick the earth come at you running with all its pent up truths & whispers "oh when! when was the last time we got to speak like this?" to love you through all its brilliant teeth & that's when it happens there you recognize your oldest eyes piercing expectantly for when the certainty dawns on you before striking like a bell: you are all that is breathing