I think maybe if I pretend to like it
one more time, it will floor me.
and by that I mean cause a great
drift in the seas beneath me and I,
yes I, will once again stray off
the beaten path. when it finally
becomes important for me to be

and if at the idea of her I condense,
and by this I mean grow deeper
it is because I have found something heavy.
and it is her, and she is mine, and I keep
her weight close to me to ensure
a constant pull of gravity.

and if by some miracle,
and by this I mean a gift descending
from the heavens or something like it
into my systems. taking the wind
out of my sails, she may.
if this girl comes to love me well
I will turn her to light.