Sometimes I do wonder
Who you are
Where
You are
Imagine if we could just
meet
for a beat
I think our flesh
would refresh
Our
minds
And leave our
many doubts
Behind

looking up at the popcorn on the ceiling.
watching it dance, groove, and jive.

wondering if I'm imagining this too
and what it even means to be
alive.

the waves of goosebumps come and go
and I'm a little cold
from the AC I keep too low
so that I can hide under a blanket.

I'm wide awake and I just--
don't want to be.
Laying aside a mount of realizations
surreal under the night sky

I don't know what to believe
I really don't and--
if I don't think this way
then what's there to even
think?

What will they think of me and
who will I become if I don't think
what I do.
What then will be my problem and
what will I need to doubt?

It's insane--
and I'm going insane
knowing it'll all go in vain.

inhaled by the moon
on a night before full
as gauzy ghost fingers
grip the violet night
almost as if they were clouds
glowing with bone-light moonbeams
softly drifting like gossamer owl wings
over aubergine skies pin-holed by planets
and speckled with only the brightest of stars