series of revisions on rivalries

the light - years,
unsewn,
seams
frayed as wide
as a brand new canvas hell bent on staying blank..



have you ever photographed the moon through a mirror?


a warped sun,
unsung
in a phone call to dispatch,
poor reception ruining
the patience in a deluge of slang..



then the heating of a day measured in miles.
then the filling of a cup with burns.
the crack in the mirror is raw meat struggling to cook.


you have a prism for shedding your light?
a vessel to cross a river run dry?



folding each side
in towards the center,
it is too late.
a field of weeds is blocking the sun
and you mistake two blurry moons
for dandelions.
celluloid erases a purposeful darkness
to pretend that distance does not exist..