let positive feedback loops be locks of blonde hair.

let angels be the rivers that come together, making us real

let this embrace
by the fireplace
be the whole universe,
now or never

lost forever--
we've a lot to sever.

and sever it well with words like perfect
which are not only words, but ringing verses
of an infinite thing that can't be contained
like clouds that were building, and so it rained.

before i left town, you cut your hair
and where it is now, does anyone care?
they severed it well, my infinite love
i bid you fare well, where ever I go.