The Eternal Naked

for some

there is no cover
never enough clothes

for some

there is
The Eternal Naked

can't grab for the sheets
can't quite get to the trees
can't out-run memory

and
It Is Cold

confusion now its
own layered comfort

I get to
keep not understanding
what I never understood

but then to face
and remember
The Senseless Known

(how can one un-live a moment?)

an hourglass stream
of the same grain
forever

it seems

even waterfalls
someday will
crumble & dry

the fabric won't stay
the trees can't cover
memory doesn't sway

The Fact
keeps burning
in Frozen Time

I can never dress enough
to re-cover
The Eternal Naked


....................................................................... bastards