| Material Witness The night sky is made of milk It nourishes and satisfies I feel my soles leave the earth But I am not cradled in Minerva's arms The sensation of weightlessness I stare into morning blue So dark, so placid, so fulfilling Only to find unrequited love My soul does not leave the earth Bound to fleeting moments of pleasure Frustrated by the cost of happiness There are times I wish I were angry It only serves to waste energy The ubiquitous sky covers my eyes But does not touch me The night only fills me with wonder It does not caress my skin It does not kiss my lips It does not share my bed It is not there when I wake in the morning |