said the little heart
the day before
mid month, early spring
i sat and stared and i did what it said
little red letters
i could have literally swallowed.
of all the combinations of little red letters
of all the names i could have drawn from a hat
of all the days i could have made dreams in lucid
of all the resonance of senses static channels piercing, calm
of all the months i've been wondering about purpose
growing more and more and more and more alive.
how it resonates.
a tiny coloured bulb in a palm
forcing the daylight through fingers
ten times ten times ten times ten
till we all fall down,
in another's pulse of water.