10/24/2025

I’ve got time enough if you do too–

let’s put our feet up and watch

that cloud descend back to the earth,

a spray of fog in its back,

a piercing sun-jet breaking its heart–

I will be here until night becomes day,

until the frozen things thaw and

the stones are broken to pebbles. 

I can’t exactly spit it out and

only a fifth of my dreams are perfect. 

How about this,

when we’re dead and getting eaten by mushrooms,

I’ll mix a bit of my dust with a bit of yours?

And then this waiting for eternity 

might not seem so long.