hidden

" like a network
of unfolding stems
we sprung
from dirt

grasping at grace

(in the face)

in the mostly
off white
of the almost
all mighty

put those
soulful windows
in my fingers
so I can
trace the shape
of everlasting

sayin' lord
how you often
weigh on me

oh lord
how I'm tired
of scraping
these prayers
from the ground

stone mouths
disdain motion

those same rocks
what brought forth
the water
hold me under
while I
drown "



a collaboration with a great poet & friend (Shane)

I took the photo
and HE wrote the poem

check out his site PLEASE : [link]

and also my original website: [link]