Wide awake.

Taking over dawning,

kicking around down in the sand ―

sighting a grey-barn stand among summers ruins

Stepping up to the ledge of a still asleep stone bridge

when a grey wagtail flee away with a quenched cry

almost unheard in our consent of silent wind-throws

(It hurts to be so greatly charged with suspicion.)

It cuts hard into my insight.

Sad to say, I am an all too easily harmed, an turned inside irascible

that been lured to train myself balanced, to hurt myself galled,

be a vulnerable and at the same time avoid hardest pain

(Being all wounds intact and lulling my fairest dream again)

Have ragged myself to come down to the others alikeness;

to obstinately be on exception as an unknown curiosity

But… One thing will lead to the last ― In to an unsolvable

(Remained left in a late set autumn, in a capricious ― In a timeless)

Finally my anguish cuts me done.

It is late.

Care not to carve in overripe wood more now.

Wide awake.