Above
Below
Ready to consume
The line
Flooding
And soon
you will only
Know
this
Inky darkness:
The red will be a memory.
Into your dark
I wanted to see.
I had no ticket
No entrée
To you,
Tangled of words,
Chimes in the gale,
Thoughts as
Spinner webs
Shimmering
Cottonwoods.
Come back,
I want to fix you
In my own sky,
That outstretch~~
I only breathe
& you shift,
unconstellate
starlike,
slip
