summer sorrow's alchemy

a small life 

compressed as a mouse upon a button of tender stone 

folded pressed 

marigolds & riverbeds ribboned packages of blooming 

rolled rolled & rolled again 

but oh! even the smallest trees feel breeze 

and 

cranes journey & green becomes 

sugar 

life does this sometimes

Once upon a time 

i allowed death to swallow me 

perhaps not all of me 

but the parts that dance & write most 

definitely 

they lay somewhere quietly watching trains roll past 

counting the cars with graffiti art as if they would be gathered 

at the end of the 

day 

as 

strange tokens of life against the portals of pain, cobwebs & dreams