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.
