doubt anti-missives

what do others have that i do not?

why does what i create escape?

do i effect?

is it enough?

have i nothing behind my ideas?

is it wrong to wish attention?

is it worthy of attention?

 do others feel lost?

why do those called "friend" exist so far?

the lilting grounds

new land and new deals

fucked the source

the fold it falters

like the roof

leaking well spring poetry

winds and feeling wells

your folly will frame you

empty and ready for death

damned like the rest

carelessly forever

please take me

get me out

and off to the stones

the water's edge and depths

to be alone

to feel safety

for once god

safety