Audacity

Among all these dream essences I want
to remember the sacred before everything else.

Sacred as a
Von Breunchenhein
love shaped
chicken bone
chair,
the lost and the fallen
of passion, the strange
poem of it all.

When something lasts so perfectly they say wouldn’t last
it makes you laugh:
that is the sacred.

A pair of socks flat on the bed.
Writing twilight upside down to God.