Tinkering with Apocalyptic Thinking

Crouch crouch before me
see! look at the struggle
let the pain become the ode
it was meant to breathe
breath exclamations
shallow exclamations oh
autonomic nervous energy!
oh mint! may I spread
across your lawn may
I develop your propriety
how do you feel about
property I crouch crouched
before you crouched wondering
will the leaves rooftop us
as long as the next two
seasons permit will the
permission quake shimmer 
bay to tsunami we know
rises beyond your gate