balloon prick

i step closer, forwarding honestly
bending every muscle for a reach
hands lifting without assurance
without neglect

i listen further, inside the airwaves
tremolos of mountains and pockets
the heart stretching, clots of deep wine
and the hidden church
that kneads the rain to dancing figures
to lands
to exposed strands
flames and harmonics

i hear through the immediate lost
the failed clue
i step closer

to percussive bursts
the satisfaction of hurts