What I leanred

It's the flow of life
That slips between breaths.
Torn pieces
Fluttering skyward
In a splendid cacophony
Singing, Sleeping on eyelashes
A broken wing to sing
you to sleep,
Or a song, locked
inside of your mind

Dripping streams
Puddling in my irises
Seeing so much
Being,
So much

Lost for words,
Or song?
Then sit and let the
Wave of motion,
Sunlight, particles, specks of dust-
Let it consume you,
Become you,
So that no spot of dark humanity
Is left

So that words and
melodies are one
Souls crying out,
Searching for a voice,
And ears.

Too much, too little
Shattered-
Incomplete-
Forgotten-
Nothing.

Clouded veins,
Blocking my sight
The eyes of the soul,
blinded.
Too much,
Too great,
Too little.
Or nothing at all.

Can I see?
Un peel the scales,
and be?