, , ,

a breathless younger woman

runs to the cathedral because she

has only the breath to call

for seizure.  She asks the heaven’s

to pour, to rip the hands

of the people

out of the congregation.  Living

away from the cliffs has

split open her heart.  She feels the

wind and the effects of the wind

and the affects of the soul.  The future has a

breath and the mouth it has rushed upon

has stretched to it’s capacity.