Please enclose your darlings, your
eyeteeth, your hands otherwise
occupied with a piano heart, even
your maps replete with dust just
waiting to take you somewhere old.
Give me ten ways to find you hidden
as leveled mountains, as trains
crashed and still burning, as the
lengthening shadow, as whispers
making waves on our shore, as one
night spent idle but painless, as
aspen woods in spring, as the curve
of a planet (not necessarily ours)
as moonlight making notes along your
profile, as cold air, as a mouth who
only knows words of forward motion.
Send your language too - broken off and
experimental, odes to those films you
devour: one continuous shot where
everything happens. No stops, no
chance to breathe or blink because
you might miss something. I want that
and more. But especially the language.
Broken off, I want your verbs set to
stun, your nouns engineered as only
last hopes can be, your adjectives
stitched on the insides of eyelids
everywhere
omniscient even when you sleep.
eyeteeth, your hands otherwise
occupied with a piano heart, even
your maps replete with dust just
waiting to take you somewhere old.
Give me ten ways to find you hidden
as leveled mountains, as trains
crashed and still burning, as the
lengthening shadow, as whispers
making waves on our shore, as one
night spent idle but painless, as
aspen woods in spring, as the curve
of a planet (not necessarily ours)
as moonlight making notes along your
profile, as cold air, as a mouth who
only knows words of forward motion.
Send your language too - broken off and
experimental, odes to those films you
devour: one continuous shot where
everything happens. No stops, no
chance to breathe or blink because
you might miss something. I want that
and more. But especially the language.
Broken off, I want your verbs set to
stun, your nouns engineered as only
last hopes can be, your adjectives
stitched on the insides of eyelids
everywhere
omniscient even when you sleep.
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