Thursday, April 1, 2010

This Dream

I.

Albert Einstein is still weeping
over the application of his perfect
constructions. Ideas and even language
can be perfect, he croons, but people
never can.

II.

In this lifetime, he is
a caterpillar, destined
to live only two days
as a blue butterfly. Life
curtailed by beauty.

III.

I fly across the night
sky without wings, the stars
breaking on my shoulders,
my forehead, like water.
Like dreams. Celestial
baptism in my insomniac
flight.

2 comments:

  1. Oh man. I have always loved reading your writing...I'm glad you're doing this. xoxo, M

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