eyeless in the morning sun you were
pale and mild, a modern girl.
taken with thought, still prone to care
making tea in your underwear.
you went out in the yard to find
something to eat and clear your mind
something bad inside me went away.
quaking leaves and broken light
shifting skin, the coming night.
the bearers of all good things arrive
climb inside us, twist and cry.
a kiss on your molten eyes.
myriad lives like blades of grass
yet to be realized - bow as they pass.
they are cold.
still.
waiting in the ether to
form.
feel.
kill.
propagate
only to die.
they are cold.
still.
waiting in the ether to
form.
feel.
kill.
propagate
only to die.
dissolve,
magically, absurdly
they'll end.
leave.
dissipate coldly
and strangely
return.
