home
and the
home
of the
one
and the me you they
of the all we she
us far then style
winnokan, terrycloth
poplar, elvenseed
something in it something out it
something to be closed
and yours mine again they we
if everything if nothing and something
we should be there/here/there more
yessing my thoughts
stopping your breathing in me
without you and pull again
wheels around face the day lovely one
stooping to only remasse a tiny dust
particle
put it in my pocket please, i want to
be an easy be
if you’d make that for me, i would plant
a seed near you, and my leaves
quiver–too
much in time on time yes time
and all i can say is yes
all i can know is want
all i can be is air
all i can feel is you
breaking down between us
have you ever known
that moment that time within
that mind that melting transformation
of me into you to
once again come around they do
dragging effortlessly principled beats
i i i
Wow.
Matt, that’s really beautiful.