wake up to anything after it is over
stroke the hollows of it being gone

the high strings wink with so delicate a smirk
they nearly patronize they briefly slide

the blue swoon completes
the sequence of insistent images
the rainshine night passes whisky warmth
the dome of blue gases over orchid wither

while from within an intruder startles you
a set of footsteps across a dark tiled floor

and they become the floor
that is they deform the floor and the air
and the glow worms inside you

unexpected most natural composition
masses of air begin to twine
infiltrate swap intents
threaten each other
with conquest and decay
mutually disintegrate each other
the way we might give way
at any moment of our lives