I would like to capture this moment in a ziploc bag
You would melt away and reappear like a hologram of the past
This meditation is a child's foolish dream,
Intangible, yes, but effervescent and rare, I imagine
Everything. The stars and stripes and dots that check my palms
And fold them into matching angels, they're turning colors
Brighter than oblivion. Brighter than the balls of fire that line your murky universe
And fade away like the stars in your eyes
Are burning brightly as you cry. I'm learning maybe we've slipped past
The saving point. There's just no connection between innocence and
Emptiness. Oh, I'm just a person in love
With hiding under sheets and blankets and smiles and you
are my nothing. And my everything. Is shimmering like that last
Breath under sheets of slippery ice, the peace that comes just before you drown.
My sympathy has shifted; the cloaked victim revealed has me concerned.
And as I swim here and smile, I'd like a Pandora box. If you