in understanding the juxtaposed
puzzle we are standing in
with misplaced feet and hands that
hardly meet the others hearts
we no longer feel what we once did
lets face it
the awkward tone of being less than
as we question these days
there is no longer a supply;
an abundance of foundation
whittled by the hands of his son instead
miraculously engrained
by teeth I only remember - taste barely there
it is no longer what it once was
can you face it

i am no longer what i once was
can you feel it

HS

love, you have found me at my furthest

at a time when my heart had not aligned

where the grass grows thicker

than the lines on your chest

where the stillness of your breath

had never come to exist


love, I would place my heart next to yours

had I, the slightest brilliance


HS