Kerri Shying R #- 603 - so fast becomes a prison

some part of sitting in the dawn alone round    

christmas feels ideal  I'm as unpacked   as any person   

who spends months running headlong into brick walls   

tantalising to recall the energy spent

madly building             how     protection

                                     

so fast becomes a prison

I study on the inside of my eyes             listen

your soundtrack adds    it smooths

off edges          adds in honey   to bitter juices

forced down     here     intention is to heal  

befriend           find flora          ever    grow

(The last poem on the blog 

Where everything happens oh my darlings)