that slowly wracks my hand,

the way the twinkling starlight

'flects along curious eyes

in the dark of night

and the fog of day.

Rich depressions along

my abdomen fall

concave against the mass

that weighs my heart.

Souls tortured by

soul's delight

running 'long the path

of life.

Treasured care of

mind's sorrow blight

and wrack along

midnight hours alone

under the misty covers

of strife.

Allow my changing

to beget the radical

outcries of the past.

Like a tractors pull

on my heart-strings

and happiness,

at last for the rest.