those whispers, 

the chants the clouds make.

the zen friars in white

are made less than you. 

-

you are better than them,

better than the blue forests

of the night sky

you are better than them all.

-

because I know what makes you.

-

dragging out days 

mason jars and broken barstools

they are not what 

you consist of

-

you are not car parts

in a heap of acid heat

you are not surplus

because I know what makes you.

-

you are made like 

cherry blossoms.

not an afterthought,

a finish.

-

you were made 

with hands like thunder

spoken from a mouth.

Made better than all.

-

i can tell

you.

because i know

who made you.