precision cuts apples
vacate our temples of spirit
multifaceted spiraling seclusion
mental cut and paste
am i here or there?
Aurora, where'd you go?
where were you when the clock struck blue,
the day the plate returned with the fork,
the night when endymion finally woke.
where were you when the silent tree fell,
when gravity was given its name and
dreams were swallowed by the wishing well.
i have been here all along,
disguised in white ruffles as saltwater vibrations.
basking in the waves of the only song
that rings endless past the planets' dance.