it was too close for me

296 In these monkey suits, we forget the monsters we are, So send in the lock smithd, to the basement, to The closed down mines, He will charm the snake, Make the sun heavy enough to live again, But don’t tell her she is only bait, A broken down solitude, Within in his cool moon epitaph, Bonding boarders with emptiness, I am a starfield of pulsing points of light, I am untouched vibrating space, Vapour dreams made of space dust, Teach the hollow to breathe again, And outreach the bottomless rainbow, In the touching of stillness, Join the seven seas with invisible ink, Improvise the missing link. Mythologize the hissing, half out of dropping sleep, Make good on both feet, Move the shell on blue fog over black ice, Wouldn’t lie in the wires and threads, toGrid fed to look me in the eyes, Blind spot reader tied to a loose end, Tight lipped tracer, Caught outside the curfew, Caught behind the searchlight, Itching in a negligee, Four corner nightingale, Wasted for a second time in the sunrise, I guessed them for a bunch of underage romp arounds, The eye of the desert, Held in the heart with both hands, Float the stone with an underground breath, Fold the whispering f law