I steadfast

 

read as far as i can 

sweet slightly ironic 

steady decay

I stead fast

proper not teary eyed 

limbs parallel

I thought I'd let you know.

.

proof of death

 

morning rush intersecting with morning sun

white not gold

  holy ghost  

  solar wind

blaring in

  landscaped shadows in small clusters behind them 

  and jiggling mannequins a waiting van steel doors widened slightly 

.

the trial

 flowering nature

With beauty unsaid 

hiding in shadows 

then happiness replaced 

again, to be sought

then in  dreams slowly measured 

to explain What I 

 feel  

like all stories, it ends

.