in the dark, my chest yearns imaginary landscapes into the air

blooms church spires 

contorting pasture of churning flocks and nature

all subjects of the loom of the sky

with its spiraling, slipstream,low lying overcast

of the fog of winter

in the dark, my chest yearns imaginary landscapes into the air

blinded eyes stand subject to structures that bloom into the vacancy

like frenzied birds into the air

pupils follow in frightened awe

the structure of their flight

the structure in flight

o breastplate!

with ribs like roots

and heart the constant earthquake,

buttress to the constructions that rise from within...

my eyes... the only observer

my heart... the architect

you are stronger than i!

in the dark, my chest yearns imaginary landscapes into the air

sewing light unto the blind

gilded structures rising into the air

luminescent ruminations of the heart(architect)

blinding the vacancy

heart in pregnancy

for You.