Fourth Zone of Gaits

A broken arm lies broken
Lying down you feel the pulse
And you are bleeding greener grasses
Than the open ocean
Running through your head it’s like an ocean
With the amplitude
The frequency of momentary openness
The brokenhearted open ocean running through
The back of moments emptied of
The openhearted thinking through the talking i have
Given every moment this is
Openness to broken arms
The bleeding of
A greener sort of moment thinking through it
All the time
This is the moment i am thinking
All the time