poetry in compilation.

the window pointed to the street
call it a name
call it rollin hills and
backdrop sweet with fault lines and
road signs
the end of all end all and
you knew nothing about it
you stopped short of living
denied something of soul and
sweet life
populate the surface
sanctify the soil
you wouln't end up here long he said
willingly, take yourself whole and round
hold yourself still
still you will see there is more to this life then
breaking ground against your knees
pray
believe to disbelieve everything
that no one and everyone seamed to know was right and good
and oh! so bad
your mind is clever and able
she was the woman you had waited in lines for
at bar dives and picket fenced in garage sale signs
you took to her solid and frothing
like you knew she had the fight and the breath and the sound
you had waited all your life to hear
music
but had you known then that she was you
would you have followed her so patiently?