one explains the past to present desire
as if nothing were not enough to cry
into a mere transcendent belief
each word trails more than itself
coughing and hacking like an old man
lost in his promise full of dreams
until it becomes dizzy with sense
and echoes beyond what is said
to pull and shape us to our selves
like a leaf resonate with the world
begins to tremble in the still air
before answering the earth’s cold call
knowing nothing has to stay this way
one falls toward the known pattern
subtext 