plants you don’t understand

It’s hard to see what’s going on in the silver vacuum vapor trails, in a half dream blackout, in gravity’s rainbow.

It’s hard to say; who are we? Come to me. Face the screen.

Where have you been all colored in?

Look at all the plants you don’t understand.



come find me where the light ends

Dripping cutouts in reference to the crystalline solid – and its specific arrangements –

Bulk batches of where the light ends –

Vibrant matter from one blue eye  –

Standing with the sun at sea level –

Yes, tell me all about it .


achroma –



in one perfect companion ,

there’s two. sheer thoughts on loan.

middle center the entire ride –











liquid solid

The liquid solid

crystal leaves

emerged in during spring,

lived in July,

& shattered during the fall.

Then in the winter its dust made a

shimmering canvas

for the countless strokes of our many bloody footprints.

But you were sleeping and woke up

Continuing in

the reoccurring dream,

where you’re just a few stones away,

we’re talking in a light pink fuzz,

about my future plans,

but I wonder why I miss you

in an empty way.

I forget what happened,

but this morning I remembered

that you died.


a note of formality

The accidental vapors cast  a colorless light spreading through

and under water.

Wading against the dazzling colorless objects,

you turn backwards

so I turn around.

Circular, misty,

small and numerous

collecting all the winter suns


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