who are you, today?
I don't know, words
crash and tumble through
the tips of my fingers, and seemingly
stumble, tip over like a glass of ice water,
condensing with frost, fall like loaded
hail from the heavens, prick my self,
that translucent soul drifting on the horizon
like turning the page of a book,
my emotions spill out
fabricate new beginnings
are delirious, smiles drunk
off life
creating words in the form
of a song, giving it a heartbeat
crafting veins, imagining thought
and bringing with it
the form of heavy brick relief
the task of a job well
driven through breathing nature