it didn’t matter.
it wasn’t solid. knowing spacial diamonds.
faith easier inside
invisibility. humans disappoint. flying by direction or delusion.
called an apple,
hear the fable, understand the story. most carry a flea, it gnaws, we might
disagree.
the clothesline
has linen, they look filthy, enough spots for grayness.
plucked a dandelion,
another revealed a myth, it’s amazing what we undress.
it’s not too late,
praying on dice, hoping luck is with me, at a gem, just untreated.
sea green blues,
turquoise skies, jade purple at her resurrection.
it doesn’t matter.
it isn’t solid. knowing spacial concerns.
like felt good,
she laughed, like corners change—just different people—we used to lace that
building.
metalwork,
woodwork, shaved inside, just raw raspberries; like targets, must move faster,
looking like, “We stand out!”
