gaps

the scars i never wanted didn't come from grape vines, they came from stone makers.

the crazy people made them more visible, when they came out at night with little shoes, shifty structures. i was scared for their decaying clocks. descartes did not figure. with them, the processes of the mind were antithetical of mondrian's grid. no holds, no value, but conventions save them from being revealed. gaps like wells suck reality dry. i take the necessary words to the stars. dipping in dread for their freezing fate. or was it the convention of gaps enclosed in lines that saved their faces.

i revoke, divide, collide into obscurity. nonsensical, but always feeling the same thing.

rabble dabble boo dad bon o mighty.

can't you hear the screeching gap? can't you see the static between you and me is impenetrable? isn't it unlucky that we are all so originally configured? otherwise would it be like connecting strings each time, past, now, blood, future are shared, betweeen bodies no longer moaning from being alone. paradigm shifts from grandchild to grandmother make isolation innate. i want to be found and fused in grand design.

take up my apple heart. crunch loud, with conviction. blown full, without anything impending. a doubtless collaborative adventure. me and what? what did you say? shut up and go to bed. reawake with new, same dreams. stick softly to the curve. bold but unforgivingly fucked. we can't know what's already known.