ADDING A LEAF BE INTO A BOOK

stand so high

go into there

what's this

but a-rough patch

of fine growth

a-fallen out within

on the right

on the left broke thru

I opened up to

the lines extended

rains that

really moves

my eyes have swum

I let it go

I cried out

blood, sweat, art

be into the tide

floats up in space

seeing brightly

be unto the thick stone

darkness it is widely unknown

to be there, be

into the thin lights

be into the open air a-whiles

O', as winds blow

before me

side to side a-road

Heaven's door the serpentine's hard-cover

& can thee uncertainty be light

piles in & out

shall I ask so what isn't it here

thus fragments near-by

it's alright, I gave it up

as my earliest

discord, records

sure on visuals

more mirrors

be in the bosoms

I say let it flow smoothly weeps

O', as winds blow

be into a candle

be into a bell

be into a part & bellow

outta the road connects seems completes

In my award for Earth, art.

adding a leaf

be into a book

but if not by this unlikely

be your last chance or third place won't

be thus fragments

my methods true

my madness is

forgetfulness

memory lapses

a-hidden ray

adrift what's special 

I like to dhow

I'm with everything I see

are you aware

be into a walk

beautiful, cool

roll my feet's

abstract of it all

them ponds

with lilies of crystals this is

soon looking out than this

at the back 

for insight

the worse part

included counts

with you

be into my arms

near my heart

that guided me

onto my best is

yet coming thru

fast gleaming

consisting

of unrest

so should I fall

submerged

or flattened by

O', clear moon

showing up

be into the tide

becomes large

a poem stands

what thinks

I might be OK a-plume

I'll make it there

today or tonight

I felt the stream

swell turning

be into the chair

backward hat on

whirling a feather

unaware this fence

wooden frame

spinning webs

leaves in trees

beginning than

then began me

O' knowing, falling

drawing on

coloring pages

O', clear moon

showing up

be into the tide

becomes lakes small

a poem

what thinks

I might be

someday OK cool beans

Of cans.