Red rock crystal you
followed me here.
I remember you,
the whispering and lullabies
incubating in your firm embrace
and wasn't it you
content to be unseen,
that wanted to be left unborn?
sweet cradle of slumber
- dripping dreams slowly off the ledge...
oh stillborn you!
So you couldn't stem the time wave
and it's funny what you
came to be up here
a 'top o' the world!
...we are the extensions of
who we are the extensions of -
endless grasping digits sprouting from
knuckles as far as the eye can see,
delectable distillates out gassing
thought bubbles that collect space
dust and become planetoids
in their own right
blind pompous lords of tiny landscapes...
yet the sky is blue everywhere and you
are left belly up here in the baking sun
red as a tomato with your blistering crystals
shouting out light
...yet my skin orbits within your band
and it occurs to me that I and you
come from the same somewhere
the same mud, the mud of Mars
Our mother has many babies
living in the skins of giant bubbles
from galaxy to galaxy
throughout the mycelium and you
are telling me something
I can't hear, or won't
for reasons beyond the spectrum
of my understanding or for
the protection of my coddled collections
of shiny things and useless
red rock crystal that you
prodigiously present to me here
in this lame attempt to convince
me that I should stay
in this place with you
and it is within this moment
that I have already said goodbye