songs of paradox
Your lyrics
stretch the known,
into the unknown,
this heliosphere,
always our home
until the time of disintegration
when our songs get buried
as bones
songs of paradox
Your lyrics
stretch the known,
into the unknown,
this heliosphere,
always our home
until the time of disintegration
when our songs get buried
as bones
obtuse orbits
Acute orbits, too,
the way my legs
fold into you, my dear,
the blankets tangled at our feet;
for when we connect, we speak,
complete
sip from the sun
By morning's first light,
when the Earth's forever orbit
brings us closer together,
we sip from the sun,
a drink of melted night
brewed from falling stars and
lost darkness
History slips
Margin notes
fill the gaps;
the pencil marks
of students, past,
grappling to ignore
the printed page
for beneath the gloss,
the people rage