the days really do seem to grow shorter
it’s not because my heart beats less
or maybe it is
there’s a certain fire a dark fire
that creeps around its edges
pulls at its openings like a tight violin string
an evening that wets the pine needles
that accumulate in my blood stream
around this time of year

the year has just begun
& already feels almost over
with so many other years
so many other hard of hearing headaches
lost in it
like the echo of a large deep gong

the take is getting thinner
my heartbeats are no longer so separate
maybe they never were

the left hand hits a low dense chord on the piano
i am stilL searching for my meaning
tho long ago i should have
stopped