When I looked up
from your face
all I could see
was harp-shaped
clouds marching
in rows over the
cobalt carpet sky
do you ever think
of the cosmos as
another busy street
we must jaywalk across
to get to the photo archives
let’s go from facts to process
not the other way around
the evolution of reality
absolutely depends on sleep
since even when we’re awake
most of the time
we spend dreaming
wandering in and out of
the island of the dead
who watch us closely
everything we do
but completely without
blame or judgment.
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