invisible planes

a handheld portal powered by light

a rectangular divination pool

its surface smeared with skin oil

quietly vibrating in invisible waves

whispers of my eye movements

to an array of geometric stone somewhere beneath a mountain

it has calculated through inference the lives i remember in my dreams

a well crafted chair doesn't creak

i am finally a grandmother again

in the lines on the back of my hands

inscribed as stars were

a song for the texture of fields

fluttering beneath the train windowpane

a well sharpened knife slips in silently

i am finally a grieving widow again

allowing the work of my black glove

to infiltrate the white wraith of love

strangled for his innocent liabilities

i can never sleep in this kingdom again

a well maintained well will dry eventually

i am finally in love for the first time

" we will meet again in future life

i will be you, and you will be me

in this one I will be killed and

I am ready to remember you as it happens"

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

the melancholia before

a third event horizon

the third advent

the third arc

at first it was the plants

then it was the machines

then it was electromagnetic lattices

a dragon's back as it breaches the plains

our cities elevating in rippling waves

as memories crumble off the side

at this pace

i can see the stars move

i can feel the sky turn

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

a well forgotten memory happened vividly

i am finally a boy this time around

i know she will be born in the ninth month

and i will meet her in twenty two years

i like how the dust picks up behind trucks

as they sandpaper the highway