Outside leaves scatter golden
wrappers on my footpath
dried gems to be relit at sunset.
I visit lunar landscapes in the night,
waking from sleep as strangers bury me alive
there is numbness in my heart
I hear messages from the dead:
stars poke through tree’s hair
bald in the autumn dive to disappear.
Freckles on a face pinched from life
reaching up to draw me to you
shut my eyes, time swings way out of reach
down a pathway to the past
spliced with instant moments like so much litter.
I glimpse snapshots of dead hands
tomorrow still unused sings potions of revolution
I cling to the old,frozen by disuse
as if I’d snap under new movement.
Yet still I’m lighter than air sweeter than honey
have no idea more complicated than the sun.

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