Here and there
this needs a scientific name,
a twist of tongue,
ribcage: gilded frame.

A song unsung
Like a zipper unzipped
Like a drink sipped too slow
Like a blink of stars
That have lost their glow.

Can you fight blade to blade?
Often not
As I drop it on my knee.
I watch the words fly out to sea
And all the things once within me
Have all fallen
Drifting now. Accompanying now
The pollen
Once within the rose.

You set the pain on fire
lay it down slowly
in an amber pile
among the things
I can't quite reach
among the strings
I can't untie.

Run fast
because the world is disappearing.
There,
reappearing,
are the fingers you wish for
never given by fate.
They disappear too.
So run fast
because thats what lasts.

Mad hatter runs rampant
through a haze
in a maze.

I take that mad hatter
between my hands:
a knot of never-ending strings
a plain face
without love. without light.
There.
Hold on tight.