is the conscience a stolen whip ............................................................................. #NaPoWriMo2019

does it break sound 
to keep 
the wind 
moving time 
do bones stave stasis 
knowing the basis 
of why souls surf oceans 
teeming turvy with 
ghosts and names 
are to defang 
broken glass with 
infinity, a cage 
in the rain 
smoothing pieces 
of what we 
defined as love 
being there 
binding us 
to this 

a poem 
can be fined 
fed into 
a new day's arch, ache 
and prowl 
a poem can be 
something 
for the eye 
and not even words 
will know nose 
needs this too 
the mapless 
home 
and you 

EJR ©