world-maker

Who are you that world-makes inside me when
I turn my eyes to the night?
Your pulse is seamless
with nimble hands you swoosh out worlds like tides
collide them together in fat, hungry sweeps,
Shake stars and voices and fears and
boom—worlds layer and soak porously into each other

And “the me but not me”
Steps into stories half begotten,
half-eaten, disillusioning the grandest illusions
knowing more in a sightless glance than
my rubber mouth will ever find language for

At night—the living, clunking sound of a mind and chest illuminated
Strung across the bed, dragged through the sheets—a thread of light
Firing up like a generator,
I self-sustain all night; no tapping into the main source

Who are you that whips my mind into a scape a’ way
yanking it from teetering truths
only to toss me onto morning shore
with an aching soul, wobbly knees,
and scraps of lives spilling out me
faster than I can spool them in my arms?

world-maker

kairs

Joined March 2008

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