Loving you is like dreaming I am made of water
and then trying to run within myself.
I hallucinate a sun that rises in you refracting,
while the real one grows dull and tired turning grass to hay.
I compose ridiculous letters on bird feathers about the sky and its desires
with dust ink and lead bindings, to be read in the dark.
Nonetheless, all the brilliance with which you rule me, all the fascination you wield
is just a trick of reflection and depends upon this whim I dress up as magic
like a rabbit out of a hat, a thing that seems like a better thing, grand, ordinary, pure trickery.
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for Linda Lyberg's Poetics: Breakfast At Tiffany's. I used the following quote:
“It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories