recognition

From UNDESIGNED

I.

a head cast downward
the sole of right 
feels feet firm 
plant along
the root of a
spine
lined up to 
stall

the tiny chamber
hopes for a fruitful
     sound,
but grows for
     embellished sound

the hope versus what grows
is the cast that clays
     shade

luring in, to that, another
other side of
     the nothingness
     the loneliness
     the never needs
but two ubiquitous true knows

hoping that the beam may see
     maybe free a pity thing
     from the cast of a starry tree

yet a leaf takes
     leave
back home to its earthly
     being

and the fruitful sound
     forever unknown
by the embellished sound
     forever known 

of the bound
of the bowed

that must watch all flee


II. 

as I lay, I forget to
lie awake

and I begin to 
feel for a 
different dream

for I've begun
to see
the back of trees

and hear 
confusion wind

as I lay, I forget to
swim with eye

and I begin to
feel for a 
different stream

for I've begun
to meet 
my inner being

and hear
ebb tide