Cosmic Rose

Rosebuds. The time we spend

Together is concise and vague.

Worms rent our leaves

And install blackholes

In their living rooms.

I’m already falling, and down

The way I saw

Electric wires they own:

Veins that human perceive.

Which channel is they watching

And which blood is we living on?

Under the witness of cameras

I discovered:

We are unwelcomed

guests to this world.

When I write to you

I make the Universe capital.

Roots. I’m as quiet as air

Pockets in sponge mesophyll.

Soils made out of tenacious falls.

It’s hard to tell love

As a breathless joke.

Airflow and airglow as

We fall. You: the cliff

I always lean onto when I

                                          fall.

Like candles I plant wishes

Along the dim-lit garden road.

You are my long outdated

Inevitable hope that’s never blown –

For me always

As usual.

2021.8.13-14