everything you are, you are everything.

sometimes i see you when i close my eyes
sneakers and all, it's meant for an ending less tragic.
a poem less sunken
a gaze less stolen
my skin is only wallpaper,
and you are barely breathing.
they say you won't make it.
dreams of static, clinging to my insides,
constructed of things resembling resemblings.
rumbling through bubble wrap,
you will pop every last one until motionless.
you will understand now, true taoism.
stay still, keep quiet, they won't see you if you don't move.
no, that's not it.
look twice before you forget your good looks,
they'll grey over before the rest of us.
they'll be convinced, convicted of prematurity.
moving through your follicles like those ominous clouds.
like those ominous clouds.
hey you, don't look back.
hey, you'll hurt yourself.
they'll throw stones, they'll throw you out of town.
don't sing those melodies. they're too painful for us mortals.
just find your best friend for us,
find him hiding hiding hiding from the world.
find her standing standing standing with pinkies raised, right in front of it all.
i know you know. i know you see it all through dappled lenses,
made just for you.
what now?
you are everything.






now what?