⁛

i
am a
sentimental
physicist.
observing
the gravity
of emotion.
noting the
subtle lensing
of light,
as it
filters
passed you
and
distorts my
star weary
eyes.
i must
crunch the
equations &
check them
twice
before
i don
aluminum,
endure
your
endless
cold,
& shoot
for your
moon.•
○.

⁂⁖
.
the
mass
effect
of you
consumes.
hypothesis:
your
spirit’s
path is
visible
light,
racing
towards
a cosmic
wall; to
decorate
galactic sky
as microwave
impressionism.
•°.


.
to
make
sense of
your dark,
i spend
my nights
measuring
boundless
black
matter that
surrounds us.
enraptured
by the
scented skyline
prophesying:
jet propulsion,
serenaded, and
lemonade rainfall;
Armageddon
upon another
acid planet.
your pain
upon the
reaches
still unpinned
by travelled
telescopes;
dying
technologies
making me
jealous of
all the
places where
the universe
sees the
parts
of you
i am
physically
incapable
of being. °
•.

⁖⁕
.
as love
moves
in ellipticals
it eclipses
my heart,
eventually.
always,
the awe
never ceases
to inspire me.
invokes my
muse.
devote my
life to
translating
the beauty of
its euphoria
into the
English
vernacular.
ceaselessly.
to release
the burden of
it’s memory
like the sun
burned into
my retinas.
i compose &
compute each
intangible
equation.
nuance
comprises
itself onto
endless notations.
converting numbers,
filtered through
my limbic system,
into colloquial
prose.
closest words
to illustration,
as my
cerebellum
can
surmise. •
. •°.

•.
code the
sentences
unto
my poems;
my theories
of everything.
presenting
my poetry
to everyone
as my
thesis.
phantoms
obsessing
my mind
my only
tangible
evidence.
am i
still the
only
person
who can
see
how
perfect
we
are?
the
only
person
who
sees
our
future
w­ritten
in the
stars?

-six pm

⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.
                                ⁕                             ­ ­                                                               ­  ­                    *                               ⊹
　
·　⊹                                             　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚
　 ✧
⁕                                                              ­  ­                                                              ­   ­        ⁞

for you i am a tequila sunrise;
for you i am heartbeat panging
through the pages
of schoolgirl crush notebook.
kissing crux of neck bone crest collar,
soft and warm as morning bread.
                                                      .   ­                              •
                            .
                                 ­                 ⁕
you are at least 6′ tall.
i blink.
     .                    *          i am sure.                                    ⊹

   .     ⨀              i say: starlight you are sunshine    ✧                .
   and i love you like buttercups.
i write you sonnets and give you heartbeat
✧             gift wrapped in its parchment.            
            .                             ­        .                        
                               ­    ⋆
                                                              
­you grow 10′ taller.
you are menace and
i am mouse.

i tell you i am falling from your eyelash.
*     you grow larger. 20′ tall now.      
.        •·            13 miles you crest everest.           ⋱        .
i go to hold your hand
but i’m a lonely golden pebble.
                   you ask the clouds a favor;                
to blow their wind and push you away.
                                   .                     º            
                                                              ­
­                             ⊹
you are leaving.
i will stay.
i tell you i need you.
  i feel nothing.  ·•
⁖   •․    i am in the stratosphere; floating        *   .
i am a helium balloon
and you are shrinking.
                               º
                                                            
⋆ ­             you are dusking sunset             .
.    through bleary eye slits      .
and it is getting cold here.
⋰        star sparkle my vision sun sinking            .
º        backlit dropping…      
⊹                  .                             ­                                   ­
  ◐  •             you are              · ˚ ✷.
⁞
… my lover?    ⊹
⫶
· ˚ ⊹.      you are           ·  º
∶
˚ ⁕      …my height now.       ·•      
∶
no.
you are smaller.
　 ✧                 you are sprawling pacific ocean.                   *
whole life ahead of you.

             ∶
⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.              .
                                               ­      º
i am drifting alone.
         i still love you.   　　
·　　　 .             you are orange melodrama, ⊹            .    ·
you are marmalade paintings
on still-life ocean surface.
you are the west
⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　·                              ˚ ✷.
                                        　 ✧                                  ∗
•                                  
                          ­                                             ​.
                                                          · •                .

       *
⁕                                                              ­­     .

             　 ✧           and i am gone.                         
                           ­                                    ​
∗
•                      ­ ­           
                                                   ­            ­         ​.
∗                                       ­             ­                               ⁕⊹ 　　　　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚.
　 ✧ ∗
•                                  
                          ­                                             ​.

∗              ­ ­                      ⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.
　 ✧                                          ⁕
                    ­­     .                                            

every constellation becomes a new map evolving
and i am only marrow
you can see right through me.
i am an open book and you are diary entry.
∗                            .                            ­        ⊹

                         ­  ⁕

           .                                            •
star­tling the starlings with my stories.
∗i regale earth’s ******* mud, her jewel weeds,

dandelion wish clouds,
and the way you kept together everything.
∗                            .                       ­             ⊹

                         ­  ⁕

           .                                            •
fu­r­loughed like an arrow.
you sentenced me to no-thing.
bone marrow bow flung me
with the bow crafted of my own heart strings.
sorry. i couldn’t make it to the moon by morning.
i hope the darkness wasn’t so bad.
i hope you missed me.  

–six pm | *furloughed
  
   ⁕                                                                ­­                .

                     *

                                                            ∗
­­
                                                               ­ ­               •

        *
⁕                                                   ­­                .

                                             ­­                                                ​

∗

•                                  

                      ­                                         ­         ​.

∗         ­                                          ­                      ­          ⁕⊹ 　　　　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚.
　 ✧ ∗

•                                  
                          ­­                                              ​.

∗             ­ ­                       ⊹ 　　　
　 * ·　　　　　　· ˚ ✷.
　 ✧                                          ⁕
                    ­­.

∗                                                            ­ ­             

                                                ­  ­             ⁕