full

I wait for the full sign to press forward with the box filling

heart ache as I want my feet to fly from gravel to cloud

I awake to see i've not touched ground in weeks
the cloud is all I have.

weeks away from return I ache to turn upward then down ward

I twist further to increase the tension and spin fast in untwisting.
catch to release. draining place

full time reached?
it's more life and the counting has already begun.
we shall see the out play, but I should think that this unraveling
is revealing in the positive.

And a post

Both here and there is a strange time to eat this blueberry!  

Boxes run down my arm in juice tracks. 

Eaten food takes its time, and this statement runs my heart aground!

Nots

Torn up and in nots

           My mind has an ache in return. Looping over and over

High line run through the low lands, these filters tamper the eventuality.

What will be said what could be said.  These words to come from my mouth...and worlds to come from my pen?

It is unseen because the passive has to little thrust to make a difference.  Please take out this cancer! It is either one side or the other and I have no scalpel and I have no method of removal. 

Ring bell, call help, and beat out this rhythm. But let it be done with all the joy and finality of the best end results!