your ways
are far from urbane
but your ears
surely do militate disgrace

all is quiet nowhere on a tuesday afternoon
first passing sign of silence brings about the mood
to reform this grace into a new - doom

sit
sipping your espresso
pen weaving a tale in a curving, bending, seemingly neverending line
if i could undo the curves
i bet it would cover the world
this time, like any other, it is confined
to your notes beneath the apricot tree

raise our arms like your being crucified
now breath
fill your entire inner cavity
now tell me
is the air well received
or does it hesitate to enter your being