Ultramarine

Outside leaves scatter goldenwrappers on my footpathdried gems to be relit at sunset.I visit lunar landscapes in the night,waking from sleep as strangers bury me alivethere is numbness in my heartI hear messages from the dead:stars poke through tree’s hairbald in the autumn dive to disappear.Freckles on a face pinched from lifereaching up to draw me to youshut my eyes, time swings way out of reachdown a pathway to the pastspliced with instant moments like so much litter.I glimpse snapshots of dead handstomorrow still unused sings potions of revolutionI cling to the old,frozen by disuseas if I’d snap under new movement.Yet still I’m lighter than air sweeter than honeyhave no idea more complicated than the sun.