life
I think
is made up
of a series of perhapses

And here is mine

Perhaps if I could survive
on coffee
and swerls of bitter feelings

well then perhaps I could
grow thin
and worthy

perhaps disappearing  is the same thing as thriving
and perhaps I could thrive
if I could live
on coffee and bitter feelings

O prim harrow/
     ******* gomorrah/slashed fists-
raised eyes/joy conjured as alchemic kiss of wood/machine
      I am the child's unfastened bow
      
The diamond bible lay in a meadow formed
     with fragility
      
     (frame of mind as honey & cream & Ubud in June/do not suffer for the Monarch is nearly free from its own funeral, repeating)
      

       Pygmalion & worshipper
Iris ribbon/expander/deceiver
    
      Midnight smoking in backdrop of Lalibela
          Lalibela Opus
           Your thigh burned with Mystic sand

your past of perhapses & sitting on the
flashing rug
     where we listened to flowers speak the Animal language

roots imitate Atlas grasping at our lungs our earth/

the wrath of flesh
   like a youthful mirror
  
I escape the pavement,
  you fold the Sun into Origami
  
      swallowing it/a bird in it's irrational nest
     (I enshrine you with skylines)
          
       we try at last
            for a place of eternal windmills &
baskets which

    entomb the ocean I
tilled for our drowning