Parchment

You are coming close to everything at last. You are coming close to everything, at last! 

You are in your small casing. You can be always willing and tender. You will see what tenderness can be.

Now I see what tenderness wants to be. What fine-colored wings that you have. And you know the wave that is me.

You are tender now forever, and I know wilderness inside. And I know tenderness, like fire. 

I watch you rush in. A clamoring bully. And don't you rush in, you clamoring bully.

I go through my transformations, and I go through my lamentations. There is nothing you can do, there is nothing you can do. 

There is always the way back in. And I am longing, I am looking for a doorway. To slip my body through the lattice. 

I am looking for the neutron window. To slip me out now piece by piece.

I can be sad, too. About what falls apart at fingertips and frayed edges. And dissolving parchment, a dissolving page. What's written there that I can't remember, that I can't recall.