Brevity of What This Means

Alone

                                                                             the
                                                                 silence
                                                                                     of
                                                         my etching breath
                             solves the innocence of my younger

self         always nearer to death than away from the mouth of an

open window’s philosophical

                                                       wandering. Here

thrown turquoise

lands in softened tissue-white
against my waiting/watching

feet: this is what a final pivot near

elation endears my language

toward: breath, the ease of hearing

life interior to my
motivation to continue
spelling days into
continuity of spatial
jazz, unobstructed
wisdom