A – Tell me more about it.
It’s the daydream of a child with no eyes
unable to un-breathe the un-air
but… still peaceful.
Skin deep, skins freeze
there is light like cold steam
in a pond that has no bottom at all –
it dives, dives, dives
the stars exist. The edge exists.
Time and length and width and depth.
it also exists
and I sense there’s nothing else.
A sadness so colossal
it has no longer dimensions.
A – OK, your hour is over. Next wednesday, this time?