a sweep
a creak
the door is open
of your being
it starts in your mind
then guilt
then, your heart
to your stomach
defies gravity
no, follows it
down to
a moment
the moment
of all that you are
of all that you want to be
splays
blossoms
feels
let it
take you
can I
shall I repress
no
this time
for all time
say ‘no’ to what is
right, proper
all which is not real
for
tears are living
Life
In tears
you are
Alive
skipping stones 