(how many floors and underworlds are stacked below the basement floor?)
solely...slo ow
out of habit /disinterest mounting/ seeking and tracking urchins of little value...speaking sense to minute men and matadors...entertaining the masses, their rings of circles jerking, rings of sleepless static nights swallowing up those tiny eyes...
(fireflies...their tails snapped off will guide our certain clumsy steps from every skipping stone to the next)
flimsy nightclothes breathing peace (into)
such warm nights
the
hood of
a car that doesn't buckle; the weight of your
world...
is exactly too much.
and
perfect
enough
I wouldn't dare to touch it. twice
