Unshaded

From edges of cliffs with grand trees,

to truncated bottoms of garbage heaps,

heaving piles of organic wasted 

threads of thinnest hearts tasted

dreams stretched too tall to hated

steaming wall of successfully rated 

rocky lines the fall dictated.

And from divine heights the dive

to hoping heaps that rest alive

below the father’s tree in motion

Clinging with rooted devotion.

Greens and browns are pushing potions 

over the edges and sharper cushions

where dreams stay hidden in bleeding ocean.

And in the distance that gravity made

are taunts for the fallen and lies for trade:

Stripped souls for that other success!

But at the end of the fall and the look at the mess

the giving up of his shady dress

the finding space to see things that bless

that don’t belong to me just yet. 

But these could be the way to breathe

past shaded ground from rooted trees

Where marked time flees from first species

and escapes weeds of omnipotent leaves,

from crumbling crowds that twist and weave

to fly past shade into infinite plays 

on unmarked and thawed games,

Vast nether in which dreams may consider novel excellence.