I watched the forest from the sky It looked like pliant broccoli and made me think of sex like everything does
I’ll treat you like an angel because that’s what you are and always were to me No apology can condone my mortality
Remembering our fishy days inhaling water and salt yesterdays and yesterdays ghosts their stench of death on everything hearts that cannot beat Breathing in water Breathing in salt Memories that never were projected on our retinas stories misunderstood lost in translation slipping through the cracks Breathing out water Breathing out salt
Let’s go dancing through the minefield one more time or drift through a veil or two of consciousness. We don’t need to live to tell the tale. This tale will tell itself in a language without words or sounds or pictures. This tale will tell itself with light.
The air is cool but the sun feels nice Angels observe from a discreet distance But there is no way to hide benevolence Any more than I can hide my love The breeze is soft but insistent Rest, it says, but not too long Eventually I will have to move I will have to returnContinue reading “The Inevitable Sky”