you my darling

have opened my eyes, removing that film , allowing me to see clearly, rather than through that sticky lace. the ancient curtains have turned to knots and bows with wings that flew to the ground, a light air lifting each drop.

There are so many reasons i feel inclined to say i love you.

On another knot.

The rain outside is louder the television downstairs. The scale reinstates my fate in nature, and that some day machines may wither and leaves will create.

Oh the joy in the green; oh the wreckage in machines.