there are so

many beautiful mirrors in cosmic reality

i indulge myself tonight in speculating
on the play
between water here and
the whole universe above

it manifests itself in
an ongoing shimmer
that shifts
between the two

almost as if they are comrades absorbed
in good humor enjoying an
old
omnipresent joke that

the conscious world will never know about.

(and here i am, the third wheel....)

.

maybe i am dead
just like the stars reflecting into me

i look
so that i see those blinking redgreen lights
they are all mixed up with the cosmic web
and going fast
away from me

the only other place i would like to be
if not inside that distant traveler

is pressed down deep into the earth

by our holder
who remains relentless

in a constant flux
between
the mundanity of an endless expanse

and pushing those
mechanical things
down

.

         amidst the black and blue of
         this deviant twilight i see
the canyons on my hand are deep
next to the smoothness of your face
         a series of spirals and peaks that
         sway and beckon and beckon and sway

behind your hazel eye there is  
a place void of Future
tucked deep underneath sluggish
innocent blinks, invoked
especially for me
            and i sit here alone underneath it all in
            a pile of blood and carbon
            and i breathe them in
            by myself

inevitable stains have grown right
where your mouth should be
            like a long awaited drag or perhaps like
            our religion

and the shaded peaks in a distant forest
call too loudly for me now
and it has me
           and i feel both this entrance and an exit  
           consuming my chest and my toes and
           it has me and i fear

it has me thinking
             and i fear i am gone
i wanted to believe so badly
it would be you

Your sound is a vertical line behind my right eye
extending upwards
and downwards
infinitely

Future idles at an angle
leaning anonymously amongst
a clutter of other objects

meanwhile
the hidden carpet of my childhood room
Flattens

there are
days and
times and
people and

my feet push on
like machinery
or maybe just objectively
trampling the shards
of a million different fragments of reality

i'm here still
in this pendulum of a place that
has always been

and
my feet and
my brain and
my hands

move too quickly but
my mouth does not

i'm still here
with these pieces
these pieces of body
that cost and
tick but

one day

and you
you resonate with a
yellow light that
means warmth   

with an ease a
heat a
‘diamond speckled’ smile

a form that parallels goodness

and
i'll stay here in my
clicking mechanisms

with
my scratches and
my bones and
my structure and

one day

one day i'll die

i am

i am underneath

melted slices of moon that mark lost time
and steal away the last flakes of sun

you left a void
that pulled me
once swimming through rhythmical currents
into stillness

i am

as the colors change
through golden glows to ashen grays
again and again and

i am underneath

dreaming of a quickening pulse
we once shared
a time
in the distance
where i could better map this
tilting sky

or forget it altogether