(1.)

Sometimes

when light contorts
simply to fit
the apparent bonds
of beauty

I am slipped from my bones

to drift
across the ravenous silence
native solely to sky
as shapeless premonitions
of non existence

whole galaxies of inanimate thought
written onto every single snowdrop
and then again undone

and just before the light reverts
to a single entity
just as unliving
as the vast nothingness it encompasses

and unfolds me
onto my flesh again
flake by thawing flake

I wonder

if all that divides
the chemistry
and the magic
of memory
is mere amnesia

if perhaps this dream
traversable
only upon vessels of shadow
has been dreaming me
between blinks
frame by thawing frame

and if perhaps
it is right here
where touch
at every waking moment fails
to translate
the incorporeal
to the inherent carnality of truth

that all uncurrent spaces
are intimately stripped
to fit
the whole unperceived world
onto our fingertips.

so as to give
what heart nor mind
can ever encompass

another place to live.

(2.)

Sometimes

when the night
reveals itself to be
just a vase

brimming with the absence of your laughter

a glass caul
in which so gladly drown
the luminant springs of love

I wonder

who it was
that coronated Saturn
with a halo of dust

and
in which of these corners
of our own hastily renounced vacuums
moons now bloom
from the rubble of us

because sometimes
when nightfall is birthed onto us
from the throats of mockingbirds
in just a single sentence

“we’re sorry the number you have dialed is no longer in service”

I feel my blood
begin to orbit
foreign hearts

in desperate search
of the sparks

by which one day
I might create
some twilight of my own

to suffer one last act of self intimacy
and at last
dare to call it art.

(3.)

Sometimes

upon the kind of fleeting smile
that is really just a question mark

I wander
unbound
down
every realm
you ever bloomed
through bone

until I find the fields
of loves me not
and reap with utmost love

all that
which you had never wished to sow.