let me be eaten, not eating bytes of dust

I pine for her consistency,

Beg for her beauty,

to touch the tone of her life,

to be known unto her

as it is known to me.

She sees so much.

Eve in the garden

without all seeing eyes,

but looking deeply at the tree

to see how much it can give

bringing it out and back in him.

Nothing to cover but a long life ahead.

I stand solo among the concrete pillars,

wondering not what I will discover

or help others to know,

but just how much I can get done in one day.

Heaving into myself a beating of the clock

churlish files, robotic thoughts.

I’d like to minimize myself to freedom,

to fall all the way down,

to be picked up and seen a new,

like an apple that escaped into a life

of juicy use.