Not failed attempts at beauty or stating.
Precise questions given exclusive answers.
Will my people be part?
How will our debts be payed?
How much of our world will be shared,
and to whom? What can't I afford?
How can it be described
to anything else? How can I find my way out
of this maze of thoughts? Take part in it but not of it.
Grace of a front lawn, stucco sophisticate.
Beauty trapped in the surface.
Sheet shocks sense into reflection.
Wood sliced into beam better becomes
the forest. Can't see the trees for the city.
Could you move to the east? A little further?