And I open one eye
every now and then
in floating silent dark
to interrupt the delirium;
it’s like thinking
without dipping your soul
into
the craters of the moon.
You make me
delirious
when I close my eyes;
maybe that’s what heaven
is like –
skipping artificial rocks
on the manmade pond.
One more
delirious
drive down
the deserted cul-de-sac
closing with the
ever-cryptic
I’m close,
bring a sweater.
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