i
and eye
have seen the
backwardsfast future
of my becoming
me
and eye have lost

the meaning of I
when I unlearned
all I knew to better
understand the song
the wind sings
to make the clouds cry

and now eye
are we (in love)
with the aprilsad
music that coaxes
the greediest greens
to burst open
silently velvet
pregnantbuds
more colorful than
eye imagined.

Copyright 2005 by Matthew Greenroyd