there were days
I danced with angels
and found poetry

I wrote sonnets
and wore us like jewellery
together, we were so
heavenly

These scars
bear my witness
I did not see it coming
a minute
later
she married
the
alligator.

instrumental
dreamer

time free
to sight see

wide
down
corybantic
oval
perimeter
shedding
tiers

in a garden
of angels
sprinkled
with pine cones
at the border of
void and Vaud

cantons
of meltwater cirque
les petites Fauconnières
the inner basin
of my outer reaches

I am
your
visitor
I am
your
audience

let's
stop
for snow
and polar cap
songs
where things
are still run by the natural elements
instrumental dreamer
not by algorithms
not by advancement

Do you have to get high when you low
In hopes of solving your mental problems