The Simple Still

Raised and undone to a tear now.
A tear from simple still to the open.
As if
And I cannot but throughed will.
From still is a not and to broken only at all time.
In hered time, in the open, I sore, sawed, exposed.
And feeling late,
late late
off time.
In my bright and broken still
I am the wander and simple still at great wander to her.
As let back and let of space
I am the simple still that stops.
I am the still stills the other.
(She move in wonder)
I am the simple still that is as backed as.
(And hers scatter)

[circa 2009?]