light i saw

when it was slower and

the spaces between us did

exist we were on our cardboard

pedestals grieving the mocking

heights. darkness made me

write into you and the light i saw

at the end is why i am living off

of its’ every stroke of genius

breath. 

of choking air and

caress of closed eye'd opera;

feeling the everyday of the

capital capillaries widen our

distracting trees. now i am awake

and the stage in the dream is no longer

mate black, it is a suddenly shade of

longing for life.

because i will write about her eyes

and the glory of her togetherness.

the tree of lifeless and historic

compassion.