Knock knock knock on the door till the cedar splits some more it will splinter, it will ring like that old forgotten church hymn that made you feel like the things you were pursuing were the things in life worth doing; the hearts that you misplaced were always in the process of losing. So ignore the dilapidation of any patience at your door and head back to your bedroom to drink until your warm. Chasing oxygen with shots of gin, let the roots dig in. Pollination begins. [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] I watched you swan dive from afar, you caught me looking me away, scrubbing sod off my tennis shoes and all the red from my face.