break

i won't be able to say if it must be so
if you must break me
only it is, and i am full of letting

all my orchards cast colorless
and begin crumbling in a dusty kind of light
if you must break me

i won't hope i know how it ends

i'll be out in the meadows
gathering wildflowers to bring inside

if you nevertheless me i don't know how much more i can bear
earlymorningrushesofhighpitchedvoice
whywhydon''t and thisandthat
and a multitude of slamming doors

and where here is a gradual wake up
the gradient sunrise brightening an opening body?
is what i ask

if you nevertheless me
for now i am still here
and there are still minerals to erode in my bones

there is such a thing as silence
and looking out a window for light and shapes
and nothing in particular

what must be found anyway?
if you could tell me more than not that
i could probably see it