04.09.25
I saw the sky turn upon itself
sublated the flowers to unspeaking
into an inverted world
new terminals counter-light
then love will drift like
a hypothetical oligarch
through a piece of negative sky
holes feelings corrode on the underside
where the parodic conservation
of ‘Art’ goes to heal fire
its invisible ecstasy of oxygen
lies atop separated from the earth
when I said last night
that we have loved
& that we can be eaten
as the most degraded symbol
of belief itself I lied
