tell me everything in mirrors;
that our enemies,
laden with much practical jewelery
all our own,
that i can step off into the sea air
on that beach that we found;
the crab that we rescued once
& set off into another shoreline.
let me hear your voice
ringing like dead frequencies
in my inmost ear.
bury me just above the horizon,
just above the dinosaur clouds,
just below the broken interiors
of dreaming.
lay on my tongue,
stretch out like hell-fire,
like the ice that turns to copper
amongst the streetlights
of our missing cities.
if i breathe just long enough
i might describe the 5th season,
the unbroken moon
heavy with forgetful sleep,
heavy with sickness
from the motion of its waning beak,
birthing the ocean
like another ocean birthed it.
it takes on female forms
in empty space where we lose it.
our minds finish
what our lips lack in speech
the evolution of the spirit
is to fold,
as the brain does,
into new versions of the light.
hold your head up high.
the next few seconds
will leave you hanging:
the plot of the world
is to diffuse into amber.
i have these hands,
i have these eyes
& i'm waiting...
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Submission Name: heavy with forgetful sleep 
