I’M STILL LEARNING HOW TO SPEAK

I’m still learning how to speak

my native angel,

because

she’s

alive

and a living

moan can never

be completely

meandered.

Some word, “astral”

maybe, disappears

as dark matter

into the

light

of

my

ken, and

I begin

again, to say

the unthinkable:

supposedly every

inch of what we

story

is

faster

than a star.