diagnose
xngine mine 160422
...
xngine Fill me with ideas, and then with full sails
I will set forth and plunder
grey banks, forgotten lands
where long still moments can be exhumed

blow a breath into this
life
first I remember the blows
tap tap tap at the shards
align, realign, resigned, remind

I've been sent back to fetch myself, the child
the child once devoured
picked up in tender arms
tenderly beaten
the strong whiskey winds blowing blowing
held just above the floor, feet swept up
feet just above the floor, swinging into each blow
beaten again to stop the crying

beloved child
feet on the floor
you are welcome here
you and your baggage
you will fit right in
you will be loved
unconditionally
160422
what's it to you?
who go
blather
from