part 2- the day is habitable

i crouch with rancid eyes
slanted and penetrating your glances.
your visions are saran-wrapped and ready to serve,
where is the order?
one time we said nothing and it did nothing but drip
drip
drip
drip your stale momentums into my coffee, black. bitter.
longing for an unescapable nightmare.
your light bounces like a thousand stars of distraction,
infinate? unknown.
what do you see in those bricks? it's not that constant, really.
it's not that solid, i swear.

"The cold has immobilized the world
Space is made of glass
glass made of air
The lightest sounds build
quick sculptures
Echoes multiply and disperse them
Maybe it will snow
The burning tree quivers
surrounded now by night
Talking to it I talk to you"

octavio, thank you for presenting my canvassed future.
stretched across the bars of it all, subtly sustaining trees.
i wish we could see and hear and feel and taste it all at once.
then, we will know time.
then, we will know the difference between you and me.
we will eat with our tongues and swear with spoons.
we will cry for keys forgotten.
because they are notes unwritten, potential in a past generation.
so we are now.
forgotten and lazy,
a little bit drunk and always stoned,
illogical and beautiful,
so we are now.