It's possible to be tired. I know this.
***
If there were a thousand eggs on the end of a fingertip, pointing as birds fly away would be a sinch, given time.
If heat mattered.
As it does.
(I had a vision of the arctic hummingbird: glossy black plumed head and body, wing span as wide as two arms hugging a child, happy and hyper in icecave underground, feeding on the syrup of fish and seal head trapped decaying in pale-touched light blue translucent stillness. Only air to fly in, vast and sub-ocean...like Loki's home in a geode, never seeing but suggestion of sun, no stars.
The humming makes the water crack.
Eggs the size of broken fists.
Until now, until unknown.)
***
Hard-bed sleep. Tonight I'm as actual as a photograph.
Accept muscles blend with mind. Except muscles blend with mind.
I fall in love alot.
I've decided to find it charming.
and goodnight
r.
***
If there were a thousand eggs on the end of a fingertip, pointing as birds fly away would be a sinch, given time.
If heat mattered.
As it does.
(I had a vision of the arctic hummingbird: glossy black plumed head and body, wing span as wide as two arms hugging a child, happy and hyper in icecave underground, feeding on the syrup of fish and seal head trapped decaying in pale-touched light blue translucent stillness. Only air to fly in, vast and sub-ocean...like Loki's home in a geode, never seeing but suggestion of sun, no stars.
The humming makes the water crack.
Eggs the size of broken fists.
Until now, until unknown.)
***
Hard-bed sleep. Tonight I'm as actual as a photograph.
Accept muscles blend with mind. Except muscles blend with mind.
I fall in love alot.
I've decided to find it charming.
and goodnight
r.