intuition is a funny thing and a good feeling is a silly chemical but your brain sometimes has a way of hijacking your heart when you dream and that’s intriguing sometimes you wake up and open the door and what you know, inside,
it falls to the floor, signed, delivered, today — Express
it’s an odd feeling, being lulled to sleep backwards on a little
boat by ore and ore,
but you know
isn’t it funny how you can spend months trying to leave the restaurant
and then in a moment, someone can lead your brain away, until you’re nearly
tripping on the stairs, of
another game, and even though you can’t see the flame or the sea floor
you sigh, from a space you forgot you held in
and you’ll sigh goodbye, washing relief,
singing you’ll be home someday
