captainofmyskip#%^&*$%$&^

a part
now dismembered
now cast away
now swimming
against the tide
then it was
a late sun
late evening
late nights
the day was whole
and my eyes
took their time
days that began
in the morning
and waited
for me to come
to her that i
could shake
what moisture
was hidden
in the grass
where i was a mole
i surpassed
in what i was
good at
burrowing and
bringing up loam
but cut from my earth
with every high sun
i am impatient that
there will be
nothing to quench
my thirst not
an ocean not
rivers of lust
i should learn
the prayer song
of the crow
that sat on a jar