Oct 6, 2019 Uncategorized

Light trapped in crystalline form
Hanging from my window
Scatters my attention.

I climb inside teardrop-shaped
Pendalogues, and bind myself
To their empty spaces.I could do this forever, while
Ignoring the piled-up dishes awaiting
My mindless ministrations;

The piled-up papers awaiting my
Critical and loving pen;
The coiled-up impatience of the dog
Awaiting my loving attention.

Practical matters take up room
In a dreaming mind, pierce,
And scatter focus
In multi-directional prisms,
And I would that I could
Drop everything, daring
The universe to throw anything
My way, knowing I could toss it back.
It’d be a game of catch.
And no one would lose.

I wish I could go under
The surface of things,
Go through the inner and outer layers
From one plane to another,
And breathe, gill-breathe,
All that lies within, and without,
And which would otherwise drown me.
Gill-breathe, and swim upwards
In an entirely different direction,
Far from all I know.

I long for gills in a dry world.
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