a piece of soul

a piece of soul servants heart
small steps when the universe hit the wall
He sat for a moment and then stripped the cloud
trying to understand the cross-wind slapping
and electroplating
on a footpath washing step
in contest west giddy atmosphere of rigid and sprung
also the solitude that cloaked screaming

eyes when everything seemed to be stretched very far
combing the extent of rhythmic puffs; is silent
silent as the moon sank in the rock face
sobbed the ragged inner brewed empty glasses in the soul
flounder and stretch
but occasionally still hear echoes of his; just quietly alone

advice early conscience
into the eyes of the heart in the soul of the dying is not trending
occasionally only ticking sound old needles live
still forced the rest of the shuffling
wandered into the hole of the road stuck

......
has not been closed off
almost