Читать книгу an inkstorm summoned under live oak we dreamed - daniel boonelight - Страница 12

i remember each of us

self-aware and bright

locking on to the notion

that an us was a supernova,

and spinning out reels and line

of the best usses we knew

how to show in real and time

now as i lay down quiet

in the very same room's palette

that shone so stellar a together

entrenched and enchanted

to this town of tiny steps

i think about how i can

still see your shine

from here

and i'm light years away

what a hell of a fishing day