+ in the shape things take +

i meet and meet
you all.
interwoven strands
shaping the
only vision i'll
ever have of
myself.

the beds are soft,
and they are
ready.
as one lays
another rises
and another
and another.

so there was
one
who gave it all.

"scratched away at the walls for years/
all we've got to show is the dust on the floor/
we've broken our fingers/
broken our faith/
broken our hearts so many times they can't be broken anymore."

young debonair
child...
it was you at
those speak easies
in a time
i
and you
never had.
those roaring 20's
of madness
and illusion.

vexing madman.
your representation
in the truest
piece of my
soul you have
buried
over and over and over.
where do i find
the trust
any more?

snowflake saint:
the fairest of them all.
trees have not
limbs made up of
such
steadiness and virtue.
my porcelain roman statue,
clear -
in all forms and waves.