Broken Things Sing

Broken trip to the river
where all things wash away.
Return you have to where
all the broken things stay.

Silicon is no valley it is
a permutation a reality see
the broken everywhere
vast is the lasting tragedy.

Hands deliver a torrent
of need to be done now.
Is a crush and touch of the
tip of your tongue say how?

Take yourself away I do same
I escape daily lately I find
that I need temperance stroke
my needle like spine mine.

Smoke fills this room I want
to taste the apple to see again
who has been my enemy and
who has been my only friend.

We could be entwined souls
that know of a place calm in
places we collect thoughts we
could collect them once again.

Us broken things I concede we
are a reflection of the world.
Flower of time concedes beauty
as it becomes finite unfurled.

Innocent love I call it beloved
for I am distant from the pain
that exists in my world friend
I don’t want mine yours same.