Stop Wishing
me lucky.
Lest I be completed
in something other than
a circle,
I’ll call out to you.
Stop getting involved
with my stars.
They aren’t very friendly. I’d stop
reaching out to them
if I were you, they’re not listening to you.
They’re never gonna see you—
Your lights are off.
You’ve gone out of business.
You’ve let people inside and they’ve taken
EVERYTHING.
Even your favorite clock.
The silent one.
That doesn’t remind you of your
metronome.
The loud one. Without controls.
It’s nothing like that Light Bulb.
Let it go.
it’s only fishing for compliments.
It’s a one-sided
matinee show you’ll never see the Ending.
You maybe saw yourself beginning.
Whatever it was—
it was not lasting.
That’s why you Dream
in length
and width.
When you’re too silent,
people yank and stick their thoughts in you.
When they talk —
I dream of E n d i n g
Whenever they walk,
they are just beginning
will they always remain new to this.
I’d wonder
if it mattered.
