i cannot see
so far as you, with your eyes closed
but I can see deeper.
for all the puddles in a puff of smoke
i can divine a wisp
of change.

we keep our keepsakes unkempt.
but the joy of having nothing to declare
wanes against the majesty
of having something to love...
and woe
to the one
that has two hearts at war within them.
for they are the King's Fool
forever

that suicides
for a falsehood
of an empty
deck
of a real
despair.

lives
to be dead
mostly
'cause all is
fair.

II

we began in a park of ducks and overgreen water.
clutching the other with our sweaty palms
and clunky charms.
masters of shy novas...
we were swept away into the furnace of our
distant proximities.
burning next to the other, like burning things
burning things
for all reasons.

we were lovely at that.

III

i would trade a lifetime of a day
to have a night with you again.
to parade the yonder reaches
of our infantile
to comb the distant hemispheres
of our reckless.

i would die to
be breathless again
in the hollow we have perched
so many moons in,
I would have your small hands
forgive me
for all my
Poetry.