#11 12/10 sometimes i am never

                                                   sometimes i am never

sometimes all i can feel is the wind;

skin turns to tender brail and

loose hair flows across my face, to my eyes a veil.

sometimes my soul is blind

as the frail aged Engineer whose

ghostly haze of eyes, numbering ten, see everything,

but even He could not read me.

sometimes all i can feel is the wind;

He tells the leaves to rustle and ignite me, but

my wick has been left out at sea, for

even satan’s flame would cease

to light me, even Holy grip would fail

to right me, and even Engineer’s tips would fight

to sight me, but i can still only feel the wind

despite me. sometimes i feel my heart to remember i am alive and

question if my wordy hands defy me, perhaps

the wind is right, perhaps

my pulse lacks might, perhaps

my reasons are slight, for sometimes all i can feel is the wind.

                                              -l.a.