when my eyes close
I go to a grove of willows
deep in a ravine
where the sun sets prematurely
1.8 scores I spent here
taking refuge from a past
misplaced and undeserved
drawing blueprints of a future
too close to the sun
the grove is where I go
to watch moons rise
and sun set
to access bodies long removed from the earth
a taste of water without poison
a glimpse of the cherub
before it became rotten fruit
every winter in the grove
gives me a new skin
new scars
increased suspicion
that I found the perfect place too late
a place to make a bed
to let the conscience rest
ill never know unless I fall asleep for good