kneebend

 only in tense times of transition, we move, we move, we move, opening the house 

+ lovingly shearing it clear 

but like this is the secret cave i carved in the sandstone cliffside with my sharp stick

how sharp is that same stick today or has it, like so much else, dulled.

something that i have learned: ash is useful

as in, soap is made with ash 

and then: howling but weirdly clean