fall and rise and be seen/some kind of genisis redux

now.  a fragile hesitant provocation,
at last and trembling                look:

this is a small feral thing resting here in my opened hands, newly hatched, wet and wispy, hungry.  see this tender, this terrible disclosure:  a pale and hairy ripening, a forgetting to breathe and then breathing, a potential, a smooth skinned warm wonder and this.  it is an uncommon it is a sharpened honed smudge of me.  and if you greet

always this shy this narrowing course of rush and recoil, stuttering through spaces left between us, soothing, smoothing the receipt of broad blank backs,  aspiring to squared shoulders by looking in, or elsewhere.  for that yes.  nothing is this void nodescript and though there are no simple translations for treasure or debt, describing circles around them is, would be some kind of admission.

silence echoing doubt echoing silence and trying to adopt that foreign tongue means choking because Yes.  a Force raw ragged enchanting.  an Infinity.  against the poison wordlessness, venom silences this petition, this offering, this sweep kaleidoscopic will not stunt.  and worn down or built up finally endlessly:  Look.  it is quite plainly here.  and now calamitous

now:  clarity can come after the momentary mess of this moist white straight splotchy dry red holding open of the very palms of me, and bright eyed in this bared, this finely lined universe here now is everything.  facadeless allness and something inarticulate and transparent is being revealed.

will you glance, or gaze upon this will you cast your eyes toward suspension, or toward that wall will you pause will your hearts race will you recognize sweet merit

or will you see burlesque.  you may be so jaded.

this history of betrayal.

treasons can be small freeings.  ruthless unfoldings.