19 Jan 2012

Several eyes smiling into the golden door of heaven.

I am in retrograde orbit
As parchment disintegrates in the rain

I am bruised fruit
And sweet and soft and living underneath
Green apples

I am the furthest place from home
The space between as the
Space between proton and

I am the fallen mountain
The smoking volcano
I am the hours it takes to breathe in
And out again 100 times.