a shift will break
in my head,
i will sleep in all four corners...
we left the precipice
for different reasons;
i was through collecting taxidermy,
you were practicing to become a bird...
emerging between two flares,
this strange kink in your prominence
belonging no more
to one place than the next,
moving sidelong through the flowers,
i bring you several years at once,
of last days and future mornings
grafting a place in the sky,
it's a hobby along with beachcombing;
until you evolve, serenely
into someone i have always wanted.