I fall deeper as I
watch her yawn in the sun.

There better be a fountain
made in her likeness
at the center of all this.

burdens

or murmuration mid-dance

perspective


im still learning that

there
the deconstruction made ever more elusive our moth eaten infinity
a labyrinth there was no need to stumble into
but stumble we did
over words
over stacks of books or bones or both
over lovers lost long before the longing for getting lost
in the primordial black of being

loss
the language of whatever god dreamed us alive before dying in her sleep

there
the unraveling reality i snarl at in the mirror of my soul

there
the end painted on the walls of our childhood homes

there
any place other than under the only cosmos ever known

you can hear them scream
"peep the soul glowing"
from the cheap seats
we need to keep the bones
just to throw 'em into stockpots
believe what you want
we wont notice
it's deep sleep or hopscotch over
whole oceans turned to vapor
the pay-dirt is favored over
that traitorous flavor you slang
at the end of your week
wait
who transcended the breeze
without leaving a dream-scape
say it loud
say it loud
my nose bleeds gold
no need to peep the soul
the glow and the punctuation are implied by the flow
plus the gumption fades quick
ive tried writing the folds out of the plot
it not ******* possible
say it loud
say it now
say it proudly
stop