there are everyday things
deeper than death
rolling their stride
taking steps with you
O, tiny rituals
full of pearls and lost coins
apertures onto the blue
into your mouth
goes breakfast for two
insatiable time
split into circles
what if infinity is already
presencing itself
on your couch
amongst the crumbs and cushions?
would your tell-tale heart
let you in on what you already know
about the way love never pulls her punches