Thrash and flail awake from sleep Nerves misfire, muscles clamp When finally against the back of love I dream again, I learn to fly through a sky canopy held up by pontoons of stars. When I land I learn I¹ve traded in my feet for wheels I live in large barn
in the center of a meadow sweeping green With a host of simple creatures Who wear their joy outside. These are the things I find I¹ve lost Through a hole in my pocket: fear discernment words.
