In walking, I'll walk with you
museums, galleries, hills & valleys
from hot sun to chilly moon
always – that space
~ ~ ~
Thanks for the water wings
no one should ever say you're not kind
I know how it goes
for me, maybe
– big waves, choke, splutter
then some time, head above water
What do I have to do, she says,
tattoo it onto your forehead?
~ ~ ~
Do you know how old & crystalline
you have become?
I'll play the angel, in my bastard way
& you'll put effect before cause –
but whatever was
is
in my head
in a box
Do Not Open