Up at five two
Too-mass movement
Drawing lashes to embrace
Close the blinds
Hone- in-sight
Listening list less
Can one be
Impartial?
Whole dawn
There's more
To see, these I's
Atone to themselves
Harmonize
And live together
Make love not battles
But you like to fuck with me
Breathe
Head curls
In-moving
More than visible
Perceiving the pulse
That calls home
Right here
I am
Hear
Ascenter and grounded
And calm
And tumultuous
Tears running freely still standing
Aye am