last night as i lay dreaming:
the rain fell against the window,
like birds flocking
to the breadcrumbs of my heart
and in my sleepless dream
each one was an angel
that took my self into their firey belly.
my blood mixed with the ink of dusk,
and the restlessness of my churning
like rain pouring from a spout
i awoke, in an awakeless daily life.
would that i could commit to my task
and count your eyelashes, without being distracted
by the splender of your eye,
i would gather the you inside of me
like birds to bread crumbs
like water in a tempary vessel.