we are looking for a new place
this wintering of my soul is seeking a likeness on the outside
he may not manage
he may need to abandon my desires
seeking out his warmer summer
I must extricate myself from the unfortunates who ramble on
or else I don’t just lose the him of him I lose
tomorrow will bring nothing
I need the small man
I need the silent springs
I need the crack in the door-jam even when the bolt is throw
some call it safety
I call it prison