a lover's sky

          all we can do is attempt
i know this to well: i often
          fail. and fail on a scale
even samson can chuckle
          at - we can do what we
can do - i often tell my kansas
          bird this. or he tells me
we are an attempt at love
          as well. each encounter a
last. i plan this so i can
          prepare. so far i am kindly
disappointed - for a reason
          only a man in kansas can
know - he does not seem
          to be able to stop. and i
cannot move. and so we
          meet our moments and
i let go. i suggest man
          across the sea to fail as well