Un moving

to cripple my own right

shot foot and no nose face
I crawl with out defense.  I am tummy up and foolish.
Shall I consider a real working of?
Shall we fit into a reworking of?

un hinged
strung
and songs not yet played.

I'm not in the place i need to be
I have not been in the place I needed to be

the air is muddied and my eyes are not clear
know this:
holiness is central and must be chosen

A string, wrapped into a ball, comes un done.
relax
This ball straitens down the stares
because the stars are out of play at this time.

I need renewal.
I need failure.
I need to be myself and silly.

please help in the place you can