I ran out of things

to say

He slabbed off 

the granite that wasn't needed

to create his art

so we could free our dreams

as already happened

slabbing off thoughts

in the way of life

Flowers or a lighter

many Things possess me

I ask them why 

now I want to know 

Breathe

For guidance

clarity

Be outside

in lux time

Christmas tree decoration 

fell and broke 

Thank God! 

Everything is as it should be

this childhood