Cannot Abide

wind always knows it limitation as it writes its swirling scripts upon threadbare roof. lamentations for the fields of empty prairies as the dry leaves rustle in strings of grass… i do not know my boundaries the geographical shapes of my darkness for life has been left empty with only a puppy of narrowness to feed scraps of plain verse too how the tail wagged for years as empty … i light candles like images on the window of my smile for the sputter of light is much more reassuring than the breathless darkness. i recite my own alphabets that i have hidden in the mysteries of my throat and marvel as the moonlight passes through the simple words the trellises of upper and lower case shades i have formed with my craftless hands and letters speak upon the glass of outside like frost for i have found my true words and they fit my squalor with a strength of calmness for darkness cannot abide in smallness so it leaves me as the darkest raven ever imagined…