unmastered

i fear
i've reached
the limit
of my powers
seed to root
leaf to flower
He spread
rumor
of
roses
in my garden
bower
but
i could not dig
that
Texas Radio
and spent
hours in sand
for mad slow
language
backblown
on the beat
and
unmastered
on the Watchtower

perimeter

somewhere in the gaps
between neuron fire
myelin sheathed
dragon's ire
whispers
music

the
perimeter's
lyre