in the back of my head (show me clear of opaque joy)
and brushed your borrowed listening- ears
if it were real to (walk on water)
then warn me i'm sure there were a few complications
unsteadiness of these closet capsules
where i tread water

crest of recess
easily unfocused pretense for the thought
like restoring carthage in dunes
catastrophe tranquil/ canticle of ruins
from the underbelly obvious-
slack is a term for
salt on open wounds crucial tuned into

this canvas of gold writing
in tombs of fractured representation of misinterpretation
unpracticed is the master when the thief returns

for the suggestion
how contained i am
and pristine decay is not far from reach
reach out your hand and let me give you all i've heard
let me give you all i've learned
and grin as wide as the sky seems
contagion cures the faintest blur