last time, before i
slept, i felt the huge vast
emptying of the housing
of myself. the
feel of melatonin, shape
of space too impossible
to occupy. coalescing thoughts
as a pearl bound in ring of
starlight.
and i rolled out of my body
& stepped acres
& came alight beside the
porching of your own,
and, in whatever moment's motion
you were carried through, i
saw
faint blue, pulse in your neck,
and lay my hand on your cheek,
and was happy
a lasting moment
until i didn't exist.