You may be unreachable
Like an island across sea
But I’d make myself miserable
Just to make you happy

1096

These Strangers, in a foreign World,
Protection asked of me—
Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven
Be found a Refugee—

Bad news is:

You cannot make people like, love, understand, validate, accept or be nice to you. You can't control them either.


Good news is:

It doesn't matter.

I am a camera.
My skin-- a metal slab,
cold and real.

Time touches me like love,
feeling me up as If I slept with it.

My brain is a roll of memories
embedded in flashes of time.

I have seen life--
**** and unclothed.
I take it all in--

My crystal eye-- the grand abyss,
looking back at me.

Oh do I terrify?
The world I built with memory.

I have seen life--
depleted, dead--
living in pictures.

937

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—
As if my Brain had split—
I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—
But could not make it fit.

The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before—
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like *****—upon a Floor.

I met a girl with flowers in her hair
not a crown or a clip, but cherry blossoms
they bloomed from her ears and her scalp and the hollow of her neck
she was a garden of eden

I met a girl with flowers in her hair
and roots that ran all the way down through her feet
they never held her in place
instead, they made the earth upon which she stood her home

I met a girl with flowers in her hair
who let summer sunbeams catch her eyes
as they glistened among ferny tendrils
until the autumn came