The rinsed stars shimmer with the love
Of a newborn beneath a tinsel crown
Molecules as cicadas in rivulets of dawn
Chatter a new birth language gravity downs

The fervor of a Kiss until it carves
Jupiter red pyro igneous Hieroglyphs
The butter whipped June peppermint seed
Brewing ale, casting poetry; restoring Myth

Plant your timber limbs of thistle atop the mantle
Ascend the feathered plane of interstellar nurseries
Wrest with the havoc of Euclidean measure
Conversations, constellations; and we all fall to infinity

The demons’ decibel blocks situate at every opening to sunlight,
Every sliver of a mirror to the outer reaches
Of my fear of falling into the blue of sky
Past air, past God.  Into the …

Laze are the demons for gravity comes with ease
Stumbling until their blocks stifle every eve.

My grandmother does not want us to succeed.  
She was but good at breeding
For we are here and we seethe

Every Bible verse rhymes with Sanctuary
The hum drum of music mimics the heartbeat
In case we forget, or we grieve Memory

She rises in a body I can’t forget, I crave; I tease.

A hotel room overlooking a Louisianan Oil Refinery
A city of stacks burning hydrocracked gasoline
The lights reflecting the constellations above; eternity
She cradles my delusions in this nursery

“Ever look up pronunciations?”

Stripped of their fleshy chests, words are
just bones and gristle threading teeth that eat them.
Feel time, in its natural twilight, run over the words until
they are just beads at the bottom of a good sleep which  
is all childhood is anyway.
Why you had superpowers and different worlds
and falls and bee stings didn’t hurt,

not really /ˈrē(ə)lē/

The emu’s body grew too much for flight the girth of mammoths made their sub planets too heavy to survive
The pull of an earth too rendering me, maybe too lanky to float, To dream so seamlessly with the cross-stitch of Time
to still count words in its breathing.