Less than the other, we spread.
Has in the saddle, heart on a future destiny.
Out/into fine voices
and turnaround, catch sun,
finger and discard.
When is time
on the edge, then clocks fall
towards yellow.
And light is gone, is never was a
mysterious lion, she
devours the days. Her countdown in a celebration
of night. Call and call and call again
names that
light the way with lilies
and dream of aliens
in jelly jars.
