A Setting
The most opulent jewelry is the barely imagined
Peephole to the void, an unknown silver
I like you this way… you don’t care and rightly so
Neither of us is what we were five moments ago
It is useless
to try
to
recall your floral
with clumsy mushroom tentacles
To
be born in a bridge town
supposes
a certain energy
of heels too tender
Walk in this endless, over palace of gems
Our softest
eyes
in the
needles
