PERPETUAL REPLICATOR

 

           so in choosing a color the eye and I merge seamless

           seeming in a secret art of water and witness

where the brush is a forest ranger watching the wilds

where my towering idealization crumbles an uncommitted skyscraper

           where we bear the proof of pain and paint 

                                                                                          and testify

 

           I set the palette aside for sewing

   I thread a cloud on my needle to mend my socks

 

just call me a typical aquarius

           the sky-castles construct themselves

night in a periwinkle dress twinkling twilight

dusts dusk on the ivy across my highest turret

 

           the beat of the world spread out with the darkness

footsteps align with a trillion pulsing veins in one silent symphony