Motion King - Pollens

Lights above the wood, across the opening

Like spiders take the spaces between unused things

Like brave across the high-line jumps the motion king

Pretend to be gazing always upward

Like lining all my jackets with the names of birds

Like naming in advance the scars I may incur

An amulet for every one of those you didn’t see or you thought never would come

May the gravest be the most playful