send off.....

bury ourselves in this world then covet its breath
i fail the strength in me......then carry the rest
its all beside tumbling weeds, terrified with life......i work through the walls......
i grin back at messengers....
my work has yet to be done......and every bit of her is fun..
steer clear of the angles...branch off from the moon.....it digs inside of me
i tip toe through...