let me join

I feel blue,

oddly, I feel blue,

and nothing,

not even these fragrant minutes,

turning off on the citrus branches;

not this word's honesty,

lying in the silence between this gillyflower's two leaves;

no, nothing would disenthrall me from the invasion of environs' emptiness.

yet I am still looking forward to getting all this behind.

be sure! without your help I would fall;

I would fall from the firmament of being-

like a latent star aborted in its nascent moments.

without your help means not having your hand in mine.