Watching these phosphates wiggle, weaving space and time all together-
The soft explosions that create
And destroy the universe
Every second.
...
Awkwardly, over the cycle, brightly beyond
sun-down, your sugar is hypnotic-
and your gorgeous lips are things which soothe me,
and you cannot talk because you are against me
...
whisper, gracefully beyond
your existence-
your most alive dreamy things destroy me,
I explode because they are too bright
...
I want that heaven life/
my caskets surround by earth/
Dead again.
(Flowers and candles-my funeral.)
...