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.
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 .
in one perfect companion ,
there’s two. sheer thoughts on loan.
middle center the entire ride –
Of all the things I see coming –
I knew this wasn’t going to –
Pool of poison.
The liquid solid
emerged in during spring,
lived in July,
& shattered during the fall.
Then in the winter its dust made a
for the countless strokes of our many bloody footprints.
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.
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.
small and numerous
collecting all the winter suns