Seasonal Attic Lights

Seasonal Attic Lights

I swear you understand

the height of water

nothing more than a needle

the voice is a vessel

To hear the faces in the glass

curious terms to the purchase

I urge you to push through

I will go to the ripple of echos

as sound expands to nothing

Absorb the mention of the moment

with the largest of wealth

Resting on each laugh

Descending from our mouths

Attach us to the track

knowing if we get loose

we will be coming for you

Yield the hands on deck

as to destroy the sorrowful

Think through your continued contradiction

and act.

Walt Whitman is ahead in the fourth quarter.

I hold random acres with cinematic apparatus

while windows reflect a steady breeze

of aprons catching overflow

Resting on each laugh
Descending from our mouths

towards seasonal attic lights

-JP

2010

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. Wishing you happiness.-- Helen Keller