Monday, November 24, 2014

one week precisely

quickly as molecular structures
diffuse into something more

i was the planet
that is cold and stunning,

as if a figure skater

circles are what i knew,
an around-journey

around blank space- ice
to smooth. it,

dark and punctured
with blind-white beams

my face rested

continuing to stalk.

"you are
the little sister

bearing no thing,

closer to the sun
the muses of zeus

watched over me
fearing where dreaming

would take me.

now on a boat.
it is wooden and splintered
pointed frame.

lay steady,

follow branches in the sky.
with them i am i,

time taking