cinder kan

fleeting i saw something
when the outdoors inhaled
reversing-counter
the breeze from under the door
and it is this

on edge of ledge in
the first second of falling
before you notice its bad
muscles around the mouth 
wave

with an unwavering loftiness these
letters on my piano are for playing out
a happiness that hurts
for feeling home in discomfort
and then im here
and then where was i before?
with that
i rest with things behind the sun