6 june

i had in mind a few unwinding steps but what crept from my feet was a stocking full of nowhere -- chair the meeting and take the floor: there's no denial anymore that this is something tangible -- unmanageable maybe but a crazyfeathered bird too absurd to be imagined -- gladdened my day more ways than yesterday had space -- erase at least some of the hum and a bit of the drum gets beaten on out with the overcooked shout that flattens to the horizon -- no surprise in the rearview but ahead there's a clear view of something better and an undestroyed sweater i will wrap my arms up in: the stuffing in sky and my heart fills cloudfull