Daylight dies
it was never really here
just greylight
and fog and mist
and I’m back here
after one month gone
hoped for things
yet to materialise
maybe never will
unseen and uncared for
a mason jar all dusty
full of something green
archaic, unnecessary
ready to fall from the shelves
break into stardust
disappear in the wind
like the air I am
time to blow away
backwards or onwards
no solutions
just devotion
to those other things
cracks I saw
edged in gold
slats in the veil
faces grinning at me
they knew, no words needed
just the sunlight
the snow playing tricks
extraneous and explicit
all at once
undefined like I,
these new feelings
found in the blue
of movie screens
messing with my mind
forever a mess
better like this
so I know what I saw
even if no one else
gives a fuck
and that’s ok
I tell myself
it’s ok.