Unwritten words

Fought with the blood
coursing through my veins
Thoughts, segmented into gelatinous ooze
reminiscent of sap seeping intermittently from my bark
My wounds as unsettled as unwritten words

Unstrung lights,
darken the absent hue
Blackening the bones where they roam
Sampling the girth of their stain
I am every pixel of its palette
a measure of simple eyes
I strain to forgive thy wounds
and put the bloom before the husk
Like the cloth before the loom

Sparse gaze,
balking at the forest toothpicks
Upending the circumstance of the compass
I borrowed your teachings
and placed them into wit
to preach the ungraspable wisdom
that weaves a tapestry of meaning
to be writ into understanding
by the vaguest of pen

O’ these gritty words

At dusk, I simmer;
resonating circumspection in the incoming moon
with the poise of a fiddler
Earmarking a song to be grazed by your temple
I phased in your essence
with the drape of a velveteen hand
putting quill to parchment
binding worth to my lineage