I will lay the linear reductions
into the curvature of the whole.
I will think out and up to the horizon.
I think I see the water tension of the world’s
tear ducts before a blink.
I think I will sit with the sunrises and sunsets
as they share coffee and night caps.
Come with me while the light dissipates
and darkness rolls over the edge.
Sit with me when God calls to look
unto the hills, the hills which huddle
their crescendos against the exhalation of the day.
The days and nights turn and roll,
and golden light stirs the pigmentation of our souls
while shadows unleash mysteries.
Will you come with me
as the sun lays in the ocean,
and the moon’s lunacy
paintsus like a Geisha?