Clarity comes tomorrow.
I'll burst from the moon's glare,
see both eyes level
Mercury and I,
backwards so long
(it feels like we-)
here now I'm forwards,
here I start
and I felt
something
in my grip over you
and yours 'round my shoulders
maybe there's the magic
that'll keep my nostalgia
from wandering K' Rd
with that light in my eye
matching men who've
fed
my ambition, and
boys oblivious to/o
being under it
I worry.
because I know
comfort dictates
/ and denies
that habit of mine
and because I know
my lungs could still love you
and love inhaling the night
an alternating respiring
of my aloneness
and / pressing noses with you.
