not foul

nothing lays once I rattle open the key to look beyond

only unexpected smooth surface open eyes at 3 am and a cats body to sleep upon

for 7 minutes I snore and he purrs

there are no breaks in the earth here in my world

but we need some big ones to shake them all up maybe falling off a tree….

some

spaces where

old/skins are shed …a night that opens its doors to fantasy and

small words are symbols

that dance

down the paths past the gate

my breath so uncluttered to

touch the words stringing them like lanterns through the galaxy

asking again if through

some space cracks light nonostante pattern, rythm

clustered in the poet’s shell.