everything disappears without you.

[UtzoztU]

pocket of
shadows
fathom 'you'
for a dress
today pink
each tingling
branch
trees past
the very last
word
rustling theirs
whatever
falls,-- making
gestures
like curses
hang there
imponderable
from the
leaves
dripping
not with rain,
but
not your
expectations,
either.
shadows fathom
'you'
and getting
amnesia because
there is
no reason
you fall
kind of asleep
waving in this
taxxed silence
without
waiting for
the
meaning.
shadows
in my pockets,
somehow
you
disappear
right in there.
sometimes
the sun
also fits in there.

[The second]

Very nice very very nice