endloss

Close guarded ~ liberty at
burrowed time
long hours in a short space
then drive around to a quiet sound

The rotting golden flower
lived in a small room
where the sky like a wound
unlike a sky where the wound

Someyears the angels are angelic
art-textual opposites i am
“no experience”
is it possible

To deny our surroundings
surrounding them
in a cage
do we

Shoot or drown
lived in a large cave
where the wounded sky
slice the tops off our heads & whirl