When Is The Best Time To Wax

visibly

I see here on the poem, on the edge of life,
of the existence or where they come,
heart, hand, wound contrary ...
Soul of all that is buried and reborn,
lift or top with a single stop:
of eyes in front.
Whether you are blue, green, black,
hybrids, all replicable forms.
Of course, sufficiently expunged, plain
unlimited, if possible from that land Call groove;
but never knelt by necessity, drought or famine. Poetry

like water, my thirst for now, after rain
distance
window, cloud, sea, water inside ...
Of that, yes, of filtering, reappears,
fire after repose,
flooding the final landscapes. Whether
teardrop shaped weight,
sweat, snow, thinking, sap
implement the road that leads.

I see here on the poem, on the edge of what was
empty, wind, meat, sailing ... You
A, receptor; a self donor organs are
whose only in our minds.