whirlwind parameters set on
one constant : flux
paraded by face montages, shifting
landscapes on a palette of
shifting situations. You shipped
to sea on a Greyhound
bus, while I beget the
homefront war on my living room
floor, cracking knuckles to
the slow premise of blues: you
will be amused to know that I
dreamt of dolphin calls and
imagined an ocean world where I
was (the ultimatum: live
long and forget that you
were the sky) but inevitably, I
rise to fill your clouds
this is the only method for juncture
so I wait for your rain to
fall in phone-call conversations. We
breathe eachothers' worlds only briefly,
strange air which is not fully air,
laying stones to a castle in the
sky we once watched, together,
and believed in.
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