I orange 
or apple 
maybe banana 
am now 
being peeled
to reach 
the sweet
meat of
me the 
tender inside 
my skin 
my armor 
my defense 
no longer 
is needed
for I
am flesh

I no longer pursue 
I release set free
those things that don’t 
belong or cause distress 
or don’t wish to 
stay for those things 
are not made or
meant for my happiness 
they belong to themselves 
or to others or 
to chaos not peace 

This turn
of night 
into day 
always amuses
a perfect 
perpetual fall
when the 
green leaves 
of dark 
turn into 
yellow flames 
of light 

Maybe one day
I will likely 
not though having 
already and now 
this new not
is so quiet
what I imagine 
one feels once 
the soul leaves 
its body and 
begins to explore 
the heavens free

A place be
it bookmark bed
or location beckons 
one to return 
come or go 
sometimes to stay 
a place is
home or finish 
to stop or 
sigh or play