new year

something new
something here
for you

remember envy
that was there
it was plenty

but it grew


something selfish
its a blister
to send me

heavenly, flailing
never forgetting
my mother

lost my song

a confronting corridor
volcanoes blew
hot ash
turning people black
as often did my
temper
flatten reeds
that scatter
never taking heed
but singing entire nights through
into quintessence
yet the wind blew
and I knew its presence


a second sentence
would mean much
as dawn darkens

around about

something new

a beginning.... that is
to become
a residue that floats above
with roots beneath
but light a candle to show it
something grew