Fall Through broken arms Reaching the blood My eyes had carried. In your hair, The strands weave me to your fortune, As I surprise myself To the emptiness of all. Your face, A stream of petals. My arms Drop the leaves, shed from distance. Are you the spring to take me Apart from what I part with In this season of reason? Your gulls upon your shore Shall know what I adore Being all I allow to drift, far from me. I don't see the music, For I hear the writings Of notes, scribbles, and blame That drains me, My ocean, torn wide in my heart. You flood the sea with seeds, Excepting something to grow From a despairing loss Of something I named to be a contrast From you, in your wellness. Play with the Earth, Young one. Oldness is to far upstream, Drifting from the everything.