pent up on air
surrounded by nothing
holding that jar
of this crisp empty life
suckin’ it back
while ropin’ the wind
in the dark neon skies
of that world
no one sees
and here in my palm
lies this naked swift truth
of a thousand small years
all wrapped up
into one
…and that deep simple need
that i so know i do
stays in wait just beyond
of this calling
of
you.
lifeofawillow 