there are lies in light,
refractions of rabbits
that kiss the mind and dance
poison dreams to awake to.
don’t get lost. there is poetry
inside you, thunder. lightning.
glass is not always transparent,
it does not show
your most beautiful parts.
and this is the only love i have,
write our names in the dirt.
traces of the gravity
we left in the folds
these impressions of love;
as if we once existed,
eyelid dreams. (we are)
sleepy poems and light fragments;
that never were.
there are dark and beautiful flames
giving warmth to space. collisions
of atoms and lungs. we too are burning—
a feathered beating and echoes
of distant oceans.