i had a sand dune
and i had a sky

i had the dirt below me
and the small stones being filtered through the edges of my fingertips as i sifted thought the ground at my side.

raising my arms up-
letting the dust and pebbles fall through into the sphere

there is passion and there is numbness
and there is something inbetween.
something that's alotabit a both-
that's all mixed up and frantic.
its quiet on the outside but unpredictable

there's the meanness in this world
and there's the not

and there the winter time

and an old LP of houses of the holy jammed up at the cardboard corners and worn down to the white  along the spine