once i am real
i won't be ugly
i'll be the wholest peice of joy
that was ever served
at a lover's table


the details aren't pretty and my hair is a mess
the most beautiful confessions
are wrinkled and pressed

the wholest fake person that there ever was
but once i am real
i'll fall and i'll buzz
all over my words and all over the room
a bee busy being
in love with the moon

Have you also smelled the snow today?
I reckon!

It came to me eyes shut
A little summer breeze outside

Carried by an undeceive December rain
Waiting for a rainbow sunshine
But it never happens!

And I know it is unlikely
here the snow  inside
or meteorologically outside

except maybe it’s on your sight light-years away
I should be smelling a living joy as what is lost of me

and so I become a snowflake
to connect
hang just
above a mountain lake

a bit nonchalant
as I like to be sometimes
by my temperance the wind balanced
so that I stay upright
above an exact measurable point
become the fairest of fairies
a fairy-bride feathery white

for fun

but also to pass on spirits of me properly
as I stretch myself from dust  to my wholest parts
I become the matter of the flake’s material
and I don’t care but know only by being
the duped me infinitesimally

either the one above this lake or another
slowly descending one
to touch the tip of your nose or lip or forehead
And I know then you will recognize me at once
when I tickle you softly
as you know so well by now  
how it thrills and hurts in one breath
cold or hot spot
that’s what our game is about right?

Which one is of you or of me
haha I DON’T KNOW really THE DIFFERENCE it seems
is getting a little blurry
AND that not only for me but also for you
or thee
and that very last one for fun or for the sake of the rhyme ONLY!

to do now; no.
it was done then, when the soul was strange and fragrant.
the wholest i'd never been, and i took to it like the enemy.
i loved it... sweetly, and then i cut it open.
i had to taste it.
soon after i was overcome w/ regret.

the years cried for both of us.