Forty-Thirtyone

Will I hear you in the quiet?

All I need is there. 

I do feel faint.

Tell me that I can

Understood, I am not

Perhaps not human

Only autopsy will tell

Now, we wait. 

Tell me that I can

Help my unbelief

Each breath takes air from me. 

Let me be understood,

Or, let me be gone. 

Really, I do feel faint.

Determined yet, to stay. 

Blossoms

The start is clear, 

The blossoms appear.

There's a bloom across my tree.

In each, there is a seed. 

Blossoms die sometimes

Sometimes I kill these. 

Blossoms come quickly. 

Fruit evade me.

Where, the fertile soil?

Where, the good earth?

Where, the strong rays?

Where, the bees?