Stuck between inside & out

there is no time of day

I walk behind your before

listen to the tinkling of the bells.

 

The Angel of the Moon

watches you sleep

perfection is a word

minted for you.

 

Stranger’s jostle

no attention to detail:

your detail is diminished

there is no up or down

 

I’ve turned from love

into the deep

unknown echo

of you.