his eyes are upon dust steam and tepid water
i am home just to sit with him
aging at the notion of a life time on earth
theres no boundry to devotion
no territory to handle and cut neatly into
no title to the deeds im digging for
a pun you wade into that ocean
the air is all ribbons of ice
softening the corners of my eyes
doubt crept in like sickly dogs
there is noone that can be opened
this one to cut the heart in two