Bright Eyes Beget Empty Bellies

What has happened to your muchness?

What realness is required of a dream?

But a love that stretches to the moon from the ether and reaches the deep abyss from the most brilliant star

Although it is terribly crowded in here

The noise pushing at the perimeter

Bowing the beams

A horn thronged tail that split the scene

I was taken apart today

When we weren’t the last two remaining figures on Earth

My pieces shattered as glass

When the breadth of grace has been spent

What glance will our forms leave behind

Hope cannot too decompose