I wasn’t here the last time the stars lined up to light a
perfect path, when moving fingers became articulate,
When closure.
But I’m here now, and I’ve come
To ruin your piano words with my candidness and my
unpracticed vague
Close off, small galaxy, bubble from your black hole into a
lost dimension.
I get spit on by passers by, it feels like they’re trying to
speak to me, to
Spit out a little of that place from the dimensions in their
mouths, to speckle me black
Take me back, passer by, lullaby of my life,
Whole me.
At four I stepped onto new sidewalk I swear to God
that what’s lighting my world is different-
Tell me this isn’t how everyone feels.
Only intelligent falls in love really,
Only idiot knows forever.
Others have wrapped hands, smaller features, better stares,
and a wool hat.
Those who claim winter are remembering their frigid origin
Cold, dust, space, timeliness.
I must have been the first speck of timeless dust to feel
nostalgic.
It would just figure.
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