cursive buildings

renewal in suns, lamps, you, me

eventually the stars go out, the streetlights extinguish.
the mind yearns for mazes, amazements. entanglements.
nowhere left to go. especially home. & so.
our streets become new sheets for another lover’s dream.
we ransack the attic, the mind, those paratactic matters:
    ‘we woke up. we’re stood up. we gave up.’
the weather is better, infinitesimal. incessant rain.
then the outer layers wash away. i watch them. pray.
poor sadness. the plot that pushed you in, pushes away.
the display, the illusion. again, the sky. those minute fusions.