we are not apart. and we are not we.
there is only love suffering from the lack.
i am more than your friend
but you are less than my woman.
but I'm your man.

i hate this.

that hemlock i cracked in two days
was one of your best
deceptions.
the tumblers finessed the probe. your mode of disconnect
was exquisite pathos. and lesions.
we drank from dead wells to alleviate the tedium of sober springs.
we rigged the landscape
to provide clockwork wolves to whet their fangs to the marrow
of our Diaspora devoid of Momentum.
that devious fracture in your mind has surrendered to my advances.
i glean your glamour-tross.
cellos are coursing through my veins
as your ***** grinds my prime mate into scrap
and  daguerreotype
Pompeii.

cleave to the up lump of ecstasy. cling to your yesterdays
like a bright hag to a bone.
like a north to your south dakota.
be the one thing you live for
and the last thing to die.
watch the stars go out

with your mouth.
right now.

riddle me this and you might repent your sphinx.
or rethink your possible.
you might sink ships to repeat poesidan's wavelength
when your frequency's finished. you may horde minutes
for hours.
your towers aspire
and the roof of the earth implodes.
the blue is real.
but the black behind; the black behind the blue is swollen with stars,
and a dream.
that means
you.

don't be coy.

be god's companion. ramble
through the wonderful and be glad at it.
get comfortable.
you have the advantage. slant your voodoo askew
of the mundane lamps
and ashes
of our daily
spite.

make love and bandit.

adore the floating hum
of your every peace. for
the engines of yes are absurd.
they are the last word
when the first has
said you.

it's the new forever; glaring from the underbrush of our dire hope.

be the wind.
be at least the wind.
and i will teach you
how to read lips
for a blind
ghost

with your
heart.

and no runes.

and no
snow.

We
cannot lift the Veil
as long
as we perceive
it.

The Heart of Any Thing
Dwarfs the center
Of Everything.

Comets
and Brevity
have together shaped
the contours
of
our blindness-

we are vexed
we are Mayflies
and forget
we arrived
on fire!

Truth is The Marvelous Mirror.

Do not reflect.

See.