If only

If only did i know
The gaze of morning
From beneath it all
From above it even
Just as well

Instead of welling in it
Moments only supressed
Some surpassed by dawn
And met in evenings lax

Tired and tilted thoughts
In or out of touch,
Who questions?
Who knows?

Centered on humbling tones
Of exhales between doorways
None of which completely my own

How severe is ownership
when hands lay open once
Consciousness is unembodied
Unabated with the subtle glimpses
of given, of carried weight equal.

You are

You are probably mine
And i dont know it

You are probably blind
But this ball, i'm going to throw it

You are probably probably thinking the
same certain things,  like this hurts

You are probably here or there or anywhere but
In this with me because mostly
I got over the absence of it all

I found myself
I round myself  up not down
And do not say that's a stab at you.

Am i

Am i inspired...
Am i transpiring
With the universe
Or is it all a response

Does intention wave the cab
or does the hand
Is it a balance between
here and the man. 

Do you work for me
Great mystery  or do
I love enough to lean
On you or any other
All the same.

Should i shrug or bow
Sink or plow,  beg or meow.
Come hither sweet calm that
Allows passion to erupt.