allegro The pterodactyl lived, we know
Abbey Rents his fragile bone, so
Mosaic our pattern is and full,
Yet fragments fall in random plots,
The lines obscured by dry white guilt
Obscured by cool dark structured fear.
Hold this truth I learn so late
(for it contains both life and death):
Only joy can grow for long,
and island bright keep time away.
These clumsy membrane wings evolve
to show the only bridge is love
sea and sail and see and touch
And such a warm mindworld we find
andante I want to
press the noon sun to my eyes until the focus sears and scars the nerves
I want summer
the words which make this movement live.