I want a blanket named crash
and a pillow named home.
Save tears for the foreword,
I'll return before long.

Sleep-sing me, Glasscatter,
the metal twists sweet.
The headlight's no Source.
Let oil, as blood, seep.

I turned, not for nothing,
little bird in the road.
We took flight, singing softly,
so glad that it showed.

I fall for facades
  
            like skin pale and crows.


    How can I know what is real?

            It's the resonance.


              Would it meet,
          
                   Would it want,
  
                       Would it greet,

                        Would it show,

          would it take me to task in the night
  

                                                  like the resonance....


Stop spinning my heart, please
      till I'm ready to send.

        How could you be of my path?


                           I swallow the still,

                    change acceptance and will

                           till I skip like a stone in the tides

                                                        

                                                                                 of the resonance.

Do catch me staring.
It's my hardiest dare.

Leave me with purples,
The frozenest pears.

I want but can't have.
I look but won't draw.

I charcoal the water,
A lazy lack sprawl.

Your gaze hits my thoughts,
The loveliest wrecks.

I want you to know
You're too pretty for ***.

How could you be a cavern?

   I still smell the ocean.

          There's naught for our time here.

                 I've learned, to do as I please.

The cat sits rows, and even columns behind you.

        I've mastered the ending,

             Now, let's begin on our knees.


The truth isn't frothing,

            as it did in our youth,

An envy just beginning to teethe.

                     Let's smile the collapse

                  Of our ledges' fear-chancers.

         This ocean's now learning to breathe,


                           and cast


               and cast


and cast.

You don't belong here, do you.


           Captioning meat like vanities,

                  nothing stirs.


You make noise

        the way the tides move sparrows.


                  It's not all for naught,

                                                           I know.


Though please,

           Consider the cease.

                   You're clinging to sheets,


                                  not them to you.

Floating like fans
How we're lovers undone,

Play neat,
Look long,
And clean.

Tablatures razed,
We read songs for none.

The empty
Is marked
And deemed

A Sounder's Facade,
A Shuffling Nod.

The sequence
Is set
And sown.

A vastness to reap
No illusion to weep.

I grin the substance of
All things unknown.

You're not in a rut, luv.

It's merely in a tide pool you sit,
waiting on a new moon high
to meet an autumn swell full.

Find a lax flow, dear,
till comes the gentle ebb.

Slightest grasps at your elbow.

You'll see...

the both of us.