stone shells
shells stone

we are
born
as
children
poetry
in motion

in motion
we lotion
our every commotion

for

you see

motion
does not
gather
much moss

motion
smoothes out
all our
pockeyed
lil spots

we are born
as children
fluid
and
free

and then

us

die

every death
every breath
in view
and in thought
in battle hard fought
we gain and we gain and we gain and we gain
and
we lose and we lose and we lose and we lose

our children
they see
our prizes of battle
polished and clean
shining faces of cattle

stone shells shells stone

we are
born
as
children
poetry in motion

in motion
we lotion
our every
commotion

four

u c

motion
uncrusts
our big crusty sleepses

motion
uncrinkles
our lil crinky creases

we are born
as children
to sharpen
our claws

and then

we

all

be

every death
every breath
in view
and in glee
in gallant victory
we lose and we lose and we lose and we lose
and
we gain and we gain and we gain and we gain

hollow
we ring
less and less true
as time comes for we
so too they do come soon for you ‘new

so

when time feels aplenty
you know what to do
give in to desire
and do as they do

but

when time feels all empty
much harder to do
so take a deep breath
and do as they do

—one october twothousandzerohunredstwentyfive