Blue daylight thickens
And colours my world
Always sooner than expected;
I still carry the ghost,
Dawn revives it
Every time.
He is all I can think about
As I space out
In the morning,
He is all I can conjure
With my ice cubes
And bad poems:
He inhabits the aggressive
Orange flame
Of sunset clouds,
He inhabits the perfect spiders
Of every music stave
In the world,
He inhabits all the tissues
Hard and soft
That keep me walking,
He inhabits my every hour
And my unspoken
Unspeakable sadness.
From the colorful words of my code
To those monochrome
Of this poem
He is such an everythingness
I don’t know what else to say…