I’m stuck on a vase constantly trying
to prove myself when I’m dying
to sit and think what I want to do.
To be set free or on top of you.
Do you have to break vases to show me your art.
Shards without paces. A space for a part.
Proof that we ran in an urn upside down.
You fell to pieces when I kissed your frown.
Any way is up when you fuck on the run.
The essentials are there. Truth can be one.
Providing once you were known to exist
I’ll try my hardest to remember our bliss.
Even if you throw a vice at me
I’ll tighten my grip on luxury
and reappear between the cracks
In a puzzle or game? Fascinate me with facts.
I want you to exist beyond each turn
Over the rainbow or inside the urn.
Warm me inside with your cold feet.
Keep me running in your hot retreat.
Just as long as I remember best
ways and means in mysterious rest.
All you have shown may disappear
Let it exist with a holy fear.
All we need know this day and next
is catching each other in worst and best.
And giving ourselves a break in the matter.
To gather and mend and rest to gather.