the wounds
the hollows wont protect
neither the words

out on the rock
under the talons
and the heart
yet unharmed

going forward
for the past is green
memory that hurts
and clouds the day

we're alone 
and before

a rough hewn morning
sounding vowels
fleeing from symbols
to cloud the sky

i see mu
everything in the friend
in his dance
following his walks

lighting the projection box
unlocking the cinema

the film unreels
before the light
where is my seat
where do i sit

where is the bulb
this room, a house
the sky

waiting scared for the ambulance
and a trip line