Monday, July 20, 2015



you know my maximum axial tilt towards
you is same as the earth towards the sun.
i am most inclined to you now, figures it takes
a solstice to knock me senseless
so i can begin again with one stiff sentence---
the same sentence we are given at birth is so
hard in me i become soft as blooms of algae.
Summanus you rattle the walls of this hotel
and i let you down like hair held together
with gold tassel Sun.

this thundering night is the longest we
will have spent steeling ourselves from
cool slate and tranquil morning. i see Juno's
head, fracturing the Tiber. the currents from
our terrace fissure moon like the resolve
ruby you leant me to hold down the clouds. 

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