your dreams of omnipotence overcome you
the loneliness of others is easy to see
it secretes from their laissez-faire laughter
radiates forth from unshuttered eyes
i watch them move about their lives with a pity
a projection of my own reality
how small these people are
small their sufferings, small their joys
a cuckoo clock existence, it rings 12
and they come out on conveyor belts
bend over, kiss the hand, twirl around
and back through the doors
effervescent inadequacy,
courage in the tiniest of life forms
glass bottles turned to pebbles at sea
perhaps this is how it'll end
in an instant, in a blink
as fast as light can blind you, I always thought
the best protection we're ever given is our own eyelids
so that we may lose ourselves to darkness when necessary
perhaps this is how it'll end
a box cutter tearing a line into a tightly rolled ribbon
we'll come unfurled, untangled, forgiven
my dreams of omnipotence are only
dreams of a power great enough that i would be
safe enough to forget myself entirely, I want
perfection so that I never
have to worry, I can dance through life
unfettered, telling all in drawn out whispers
'what if this is how it ends?
in an instant, in a blink
imagine that
close your eyes and picture
yourself on a brink
toes in the air, heels on the cliff
you've been given the gift of blindness your entire life
imagine if you could truly see with your useless eyes?
the yellow moon is an eye, the sky a stomach
and who are we but tender morsels lain
to dissolve in a bottomless pit of bile?'
the moonbeams touch me with their long nailed hands
I close my eyes in respect
nothing great
desires to be seen
all the angels
live inside hidden things
