Day 23/catchup: balm

If I spent my last moments
on this planet
indespant and shrense,
would you finally open up
and breathe me some barthey verses.

Panoramic
juncted words –
brandished in copper,
metable to your heart
and knotted into mine.

Sometimes in the silence
beneath an oak tree,
words are salvings
to soothe
the indespant and the shrentic.

Day 23/catchup: balm