The Shape of a Dreamer

A mentioning.
In a way there won't be much else to say. Hello.

The way that song sticks
Or the way that night sits
Apprentice to patience.
In a sense a hold on fence.

A hold on fence, a forget-me now towel
Somewhere the machine has hit a slope.
Grinding wheels up exhausted manifolds
The shape of a dreamer.
One might say I have been grinding gears.
One year.
It's a small sense, fallow in time.
A hollow etiquette critiqued
A silent sapling emerges, a dime
Diviner in celebration
A yearning. young yearling. Trust what it may be I'm
                                         Seeing songs to settle the
                                         Dust, enough.