Saturday, April 11, 2015


Each morning,
it repeats—
I create myself;

and, not being able 
to hold in
all the heat 
generated by such a contradiction,

fly away—as iridescent flecks,
brightly toward but 
never reaching 

that scratched and wounded
boundary of 
skycold sleep—contained

deep inside—the spheres 
beneath your 
very eye-