Become

I screamed,

"IT'S NOT TO BE!"

barks of trees dying, weights of winds--

pushing

barks of trees feeding, weights of winds--

waking

A depth becomes known

Beyond films of eyes now torn 

Silks over the others--falling

The colors under--reaching 

Chants of things unsaid

past filmed now sewn

the tick of time- -

lifting

the tick of time- -

helping 

And then,

I was