Sure enough
There’s a hole in the donut
Through which
The world sprinkled and glazed
Wavers at teeth and lips.
Sure enough
There’s a hole in the donut
Through which
The world sprinkled and glazed
Wavers at teeth and lips.
Across the universe
With no mailing address
Looking upon you
Through vastness
And strewn stars
Past the directing hand
Filigree
Connecting
The eyes, the eyes
Extra-stretchy limbs
Absolved by time
And dimension
To appear
At the end of a bed
And pull
A forgot
To mention.