Tethered and Tied
The little ships fly off and disappear like the seeds of a dandelion head / carrying with them the wonder and dreams of the people left behind.
The little ships fly off and disappear like the seeds of a dandelion head / carrying with them the wonder and dreams of the people left behind.
I light the classroom up with the map of the night sky and point out / some of the more recognizable stars clusters to the children in the room.
I’m buried in hypocrisy, to look like a pink and innocent toy, acte clair — the good guy, a pillow for those in need to lie on, but instead bequeathing labor, when working hard is just a yarn that was told, to those not too old in the brain to mold
The automatons in the manufacturing plant express themselves with lightning, / send messages in blue and white fire from one end of the warehouse / to the other.
Now you rest, I chuckle, / the world kindles and kills / itself without us.
I am but an inconspicuous bubble, / at the tip of this burette. / failing all your titrations, / as I grow/ towards your eyes, / speck by speck.