seams

By now it seams,
               or so i sought;
                   sew, i ought.

but not it seams
                though it's not fare
                      oh, it's not tare
                                       who
                                             climbs
                                                my walls
                                clinging all but ground .
no, I lie asleep
     i'd lie a heap
             to say
                                 i'm not broken.

but so it seams,
       but sew, it seems,

                        so none may see

                         broken, under
                                        neath

neath the earth,
the humus of your wrought,

so you've seen


                                           the human you had lost.