passages

don’t you see? –you do it with your eyes closed...

in darkness, trees were still as statues

  -that was winter

those days i chose to throw chance to wind

  -that was spring 

blades of grass tossed to the sky fell and cut my feet

  -that was summer 

i felt everything not moving & moving cutting  through bone   
  -a circumcision with nothing in the middle

my thoughts stumble deeply into the abyss 
  -familiar time&place