Do you know when you look at me It is a salvation

Melt, plant seeds, nourish.

She’ll take an orange slice

of silence.

He       the cold caught

from the ice inside

your soul.

They compel me to resolve,

who unsatiably turns

the wheel.

He’s a net —she’s a net,

action of intention or charitable because

of Eye.

The I, that witnesses the tattered wail of lonliness,

the Eye, that scopes the test of withdrawl

to others.

Arrest, harvest, starve

the continual decay

of the blown away sands of now.