Because

a cloud called for its son
and left a handprint on a sliding glass door

I thought about grass
when the fading light made it no longer green
but charcoal drawings by god

we were never a community
we were never a corporation

when I find traces of a car
become a home for once
to a family of snakes

I noticed that sun the heated things unevenly
and the dark was hotter than the light

--Alive--

I find myself when the lights go low
and I find you when I do

--Alone--

I breathe slower when
than I did when
I lived only in your thoughts

--Again--

the road is open to the sky now
it admits now
that it is only earth with a mask
on

--Alivealoneagain--

the sun will find my pallid looks
no matter concrete blankets

--livealoneagain---

was I ever there when we wore the same shoes
and had the same haircuts

--ivealoneagain--

the houses we met in
and talked loudly
with painful guffaws
stand for themselves now

--inlifealone--

belong to the mountain now
as they always did

as from them
where wind strips your civilisation away
to see the valley of light as

an explosion of being
blinking then gone

when the wind tells you "it's happened
before and again and

you're a leftover
world shot from a broken bow a that stuck mark with force enough to carry

we are a bone house we are the family tree
we are the skirt of the great one
we are the dirty mirror who captures moments of her, the mistress
who graces us only slowly;
kisses then is gone

till dreams of her bring us to tears and tearing wars and we become a cry to echo from the peaks to valleys,
alone in our desire."