pressure

 a heavy and heated knife with much pressure
the fillet falls fast and sections away the parts that need leaving…

I feel every
                    inch
                              of loss.
and little lying men drive home the salt.
As I am to be that and light i count the pain as a badge of honor.
Keep the sill with its fill.
Water is a needed substance for all manner of things…

saving…save?

at every type I see the flash and run down to many paths.
I want only the one that will bring me to the best end.
Can I be the guide? of course not!
I am folded into.  I roll and stumble into what will be.
though I am set free, I give it back.

alone its of no benefit.