I drink a cut so deep it breathes me wise,
as they tend to say I say
where one might bleed some danger of a truth
in a trapeze city feathered by blues.
sealed tight in Summer’s nonsense, blazing orange perfection
and charmingly lost, one Constellation soldier, melted down
into wholesome, silent bricks that build a solemn house.
Curious, Daisy-chained, a child unknowing—
seasons pass, honest now, you’re
Afraid.
You forget that mountains hide the eyes of Lightning stars
and their hearty laughter learned in Thunder grown apart.
