Thoughts
Weave a net
Standing in shades of
Crowned steep hilltops
Like moments stuck to threads
Weightless —
In corners of a ceiling
The eyes fixed on a point
Drawing the attention
To the quietness
Ahead the sun will rise
Amazed she stands to —
Wash in light.
I could waste my time with saying
I could waste my pride running
With all these
Could waste myself trying to ownit at all
— if I only could
Stars
Emerge from behind