Head Radical Os Liquidmetal

memory

(I dreamed that I dreamed and that dream
slept dreaming of losing essence )

remember when I wrap the moss
hands when the night comes up through cracks in the sheets

live me-not hard-
things around in circles in the air of your laughter and the sting of every tear
Hold me in the eye as a small sliver of light
and do not let that get lost in the attic of the passion you

call-a-soul voice calls anywhere
paid in full every desire of the cedars in bacon
morning in memory of the cats on the side of the vessel calls this meat
calls all the good that you want

remember when the bloom clive
and will not stop raining more