As a child I spent countless hours
cradling thoughts...

My hands are two tiny ants
crawling over meadows...

There are many layers
to the human soul...

I can tell by the slump of my words
that they're tired of standing in this imagery...

My dreams are irrational
beyond the ability to rationalize...

I could feel my heart folding itself
like one of those kirigami stars...

I wait, like a genie
sealed inside a whiskey bottle...

Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...

The sun's rays are panting
like dry tongues...

So go busy yourself
with slavish tasks...

You know the heart doesn't really break
our fist-sized vessels...

I keep falling
in deeper water...