One day,
when we will drive ourselves
to likeminded trees

Who knew,
there were propositions
Thick as snow,
yet cinderblock far too strong for our touch,.
Thin as summer itself,
we can still feel the snowflake under my fingernails,
down the middle.
Thick as summer itself,
but still cinderblock far too strong for our touch,.
Thin as summer itself,
yet still cinderblock far too strong for our touch,.
We can still speak to it in its quiet:
down the middle,
Its fingers are still meat,
still inside its glass ice bucket.

...

Thick as silver as day,
yet stronger than the jewel.
We haven't been able to get lost with them,
only to be caught up in the action,
Using them as weapons;.
while they are still small enough for our use,
Thin as snow,
yet still cinderblock far too strong for our touch,.
We can still speak to it in its quiet:
down the middle,
Its fingers are still meat,
still inside its glass ice bucket.

From here, on its way,.
disarming stillness,.
stillness below,
like a sail which waves as it passes,
stills itself a screen,
dropping again the shadow of the structure:,.


You said a river takes water
there, but not that easily.