lovepoem

this day, I have uncovered
a new vision
not dream but truth,
though the thought perhaps
uncouth or so i understand,
you could not be more sad to hear it.
Inspired liar, a child on bent knees
springing up to reach what has been left to dangle
severed chest, the summit, you can find the derivative
in the uppermost branches, an off kilter thump
I have known its root since the seed
was split open- capillary caterpillars
harvesting themselves
cocooned, pride vanquished within.