is there anything better than this cape?

 

the cactus is the onset

of a low moaned crime.

 

could we call it

preface/

overture?

 

the talk before

isle and tree…?

 

i bought him in a hallway.

i left him to dine.

 

port wine and curtains,

all the faults

so pressed-

actually,

posed

for levitation.

 

redundancy is a measure-

a measure of space.

 

we function in an open chasm

of what we can see

 

and what we could be

 

a whole,

hole.

 

a portion.

 

small portion

of plateau

and peak .

 

like a foundation

in a terrace

in the summer

when everyone is in town,

 

love is plentiful.

 

full. 

 

and subject.