My one pome I managed to write in 2019

poem spilling out of frazzled nerves

the sky’s tender evolved vision
burning through trees

remembrances kissing
dreams silent under the weight
of the lost logic of
too much sleep

or not enough sleep
and vision induced slumming

breath
filling up the sky
will hold what has to be broken
and then held together by paths lighting up the insides of stars

-Joseph Owen