more, always more

freedom in coarse confessions
the 8 broken limbs
of yoga
the genius
of disbelief
more than meets
the eye
more than we can
bear
more, always more
we run into cloud barriers
and stop, dumb
not understanding
what we are
to do with this
information
cost of a funeral
on a Friday late nite
when the stores are all
shuttered
and the living
is easy
and songs cost less
than the vinyl
from which they rise
a liberated vapor
some measures of pressure
singing their
confidences
disclosing
everything