tonic & balm

to my freakish-green
basking there
across-facing rambled
awesome strands tuft
poled transects
mat of grasses inscribed concretely
between classes
staring brow to brow with
a fucked up mess
imploring life
and robust living
i make my trips around
the tower with slow steps punctuated
by racing heart
and hot fingertip
straddling the walk undecided
eons pass in fiction;
quarter-second-beats
stepping out of the shadow, back in
carved out eyes ebbing
recent furrows
describing space
between
flanks
on a bench
scented with cavendish