found poem

i only drowned the sea in sky

mathematically just outside the stormy tint of time.

the flushing tide upon my word cannot 

plunge through the undertow of nerves.

the apartment always shook with blasts of feeling,

memory sullen like a single gull moving over the coast.

the twitch wasn't a gesture of decision,

but an example of the contorted past.

neon lights flickered like distraction

when he told me that love is like winter twilights:

a faint echo somewhat dulled by time.

there was a crack in the hours

as we found home in the gray dream city

amid the gridded lines of Sleep,

passing off garbage as a house garden.

"it is just i lack ambition."

he relived numberless years 

falling inward toward an ordinary life

i felt him die under the delicate pulse of fate.

i drowned westward into the evening of a Great empire;

it took me seventy-eight hours to drown.