ReRites (Your Friends Were Waiting To Be Still)

Your Friends Were Waiting To Be Still Forgive me if, for one hour, I stand here? Store my hands Above the full foot of the run; fresh water, heard in the wallet. dispossessed, pains so beautiful, sleeping on this tongue. How are those heart blossoms? When I Wish I Snarl do I know the ring that opens cactus? or why twigs lick my face? beginning in these whims cold among stones I hear hours I found. If By Uplifted Navel It becomes impersonal, so what! my arms throb with Craving what I think is done. This which is born about me is not formed for the word nor not wrong to be if death had been content to drop me, realms of that one. I was mother and woman wings) played I loved to answer them well.