Neon halo, gatekeeper, violins
visitor center, core, foundation
A spirit on aisle nine
behind the tarot mirror
Hovering still, flights of fancy
torpedo fashion, this will not
shall not
cannot
be undone
Safety nets
factored in
but left out
of the parking deck’s
final equation
I know your soul is free
beyond the ties of mortal flesh
but you hurt the heart
of my love
so please
send her the peace
she righteously deserves
through your conjured messages home
A calling from the caverns
chiming the tribe to feast
for after the offerings are placed
the bell also rings for dinner
Dine with me, my darling
oh, darling
oh, love!
precious and fragile
let us cradle ceramic
and hold this truth
to be manifold and evident
