Imagine savoring time
without electricity
Nowhere to choose from
One of many distractions

Imagine going blind
Every single night
No reachable light
Other than the sky’s

Imagine letting the sun
become your beautiful dictator
Living under his rules
And telling you what time really is

Imagine a roof being just a roof
Not a ceiling to hold your bulb
Nor your chosen sky
With your chosen stars

Imagine missing all
The way your blender sounds
And the sound a switch makes up

I could live many more sunsets
Many more lunar arrivals
Without the presence of electrons running forceful laps around my house

I could miss so much in technology’s absence
And nothing would come close
To the way I fear to miss you here

if I should sleep with a lady called death
get another man with firmer lips
to take your new mouth in his teeth
(hips pumping pleasure into hips).

Seeing how the limp huddling string
of your smile over his body squirms
kissingly, I will bring you  every spring
handfuls of little normal worms.

Dress deftly your flesh in stupid stuffs,
phrase the immense weapon of your hair.
Understanding why his eye laughs,
I will bring you every year

something which is worth the whole,
an inch of nothing for your soul.