Dedicated


silky/skin/shines/like/the/synapses
        light within mind

Evolution diverges in static

               (my) life
summed up in three lines
within seventeen notes
 never so pure as the look in your eyes.

(Pain is the/ choice Of/ Humanity)

(you storyteller share tears this message
you chose to receive without language
defying us all
what's left to me now?

I would hold you in music
if I could sing.)

Because I for one am at one with the sea
Yet I speak for my species I defile myself
till I learn like a child, forgive and forget
and let go

like the ever (less/more) sensuous s n o w