Meaningful Uncertainty [draft]

we begin with this place and the form it takes: a blueness
on the surface and a paleness within, a singular hum
            at the center

rearrange the pieces and point
to a scrawled permission, cut out the rest
we lack, we become abstract


several intersections later the part that opens and pulls apart
opens and pulls apart

   cut out
   fall back
   gravity masquerades

we begin with this delicate pang and there is no more room: a suggestion
(will give information, will talk, will meet)

stop trying to draw parallels, it's messy
but the hunger itself is actual lack
the rest is just physical, the form it takes: gravity
will have its way and I too sink inexorably toward you

   historically humans
   have not fallen in love
   carefully or at any sort
   of measured pace




da capo: we have reached the edge

once this trajectory has begun
all the softness in the world overflows

Lullaby

I keep falling asleep, waking up and reading 

the next paragraph of the book

       and so little slivers

of the story invade how I'm thinking of you anyway

instead of reading / a quick flash of lightning

or a glimpse of water rushing, the surface of the lake

       slightly wrinkled but mostly still

 :  a state of perpetual consumption

 :  this collision of sky with sky

last night, dead lizards and spiders in my hair