spend thrifty brambles

to be sure, my way plugs every ear 
thankfully, for bearing power
wood thrushes know to beat wings 
up, away, back down to the thick 

liquid is doom according to this 
gassy script, where molecules cannot 
add up to a full sound 
hearing neither forest nor trees 

again do eyes stretch 
and once more do they seat 
whisperers to the gale 
incomplete ease 

gathered to dust 
motioned to aim 
lost in the register 
cashlessly lame