Too much bluff
perspective to bite
the hanging portion 

of the world, which
is the afterworld
for every sincere alumni 

& the falling, the falling
would only transplant
the sorrow past 

the open windows.
I wanted to be taken
in by memories, 

but I was too violent
with my deep muscles
to allow reflexive gifts. 

I used my hands
on my jawbones
& that was my flight.