more than one ball of fire in the sky
close enough to be comforting / but at a safe
distance
at your beck and call / you can turn it down
when you move your hand like a wand
or
accelerate the particles to the point
where your eyes turn gold / to shield your
soul against an overload
nothing more than / a fracturing sphere
under the
surface of your consciousness / in a dark and brackish pond
i’ll pick up the
pieces / if you don’t mind / while you dry yourself out
that’s just how we work / how we are
water cooled / centrifuges / head-first / into you, over
me
the water flows to a head / into its ending / and our beginning
a midst the mists /and the wintergreen
you’re not dreaming / we’re having a moment / this is synergy
the sun winks at you / through the fractal geometric
trees
cascading chain reaction
it’s not the photograph / it’s your caption
i love you
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