We can’t lose touch but we can let go, blue and white gun made from Lego.
All the vowels vow to hold your name, keep your estate clean of me.
I’ve pillowed you so many times this week,
Close eyes, open, close again, forget and fall asleep.
The dark seeks dark,
The dark seeks dark,
Darker,
Darker.

When you read something beautiful
and every letter seeps into your being
every curve and straight edge makes its way through the grooves on your fingertips:
that is a truly remarkable thing.
When twenty six letters can make you feel each and every emotion,
to the point where these twenty six enemies, lovers, and friends
swim before your eyes into a swirly puddle . . .
There is no purer feeling than this.