glue

are there hard coasts where you live?
this here is a soft one
of the sort one must invent
just to take a breath in it

way back in the history of the shape
of the sun
there is a little note that reminds us
(on a partially dissolved honey bee backwing)
that there are only psychological shores anyway
and all of this ponderous signing toward a liminality that
would be questionable is really
a request for stable architecture of self
in terms of soul

so try to breathe this independent air
through the self-shaped hole
in your consciousness
ok?