With the cupboard wide open,
the spirits can wander in and out, and get caught in cobwebs not swept up since March.
With your mouth wide open,
You are just able to reach the dishes,
if only if you could stretch out your arms a little further,
but you’re no martyr.
Knock away the crumbs and some additional cobwebs on the top shelf,
write your name in cursive in the pensive layer of dust,
an editorial, to say the least.
When you do, you just might feel the wind from the wings of bats, and birds and of dragons,
as for the dragons, you’ll feel their fire, too.
you’ll feel my fire, too.
When you do, write your name again, and again.
step out of the kitchen
and climb to the top of the lighthouse,
lean over the balcony, just out of reach from the knives and the leftovers,
and from the crowded cupboards,
and the growing gardens.
Step closer to the television and get lost in exclusivity,
You’ll know what it feels like to be a diamond, in this moment,
in this cafeteria, you’ll surely be lost.
Away from the microwave, you’ll miss the heat,
you’ll surely end up missing the microwaves, too.
and the spirits, even though they disappeared without a trace at the very beginning,,,
You’ll miss the forests that you wandered away from
and the buckets that you used to bring water up from the well,
That water your carried is colder than those spirits,
You spilled the water , and that was honestly the best case scenario.
Go back to that well and look down into nothing,
retrace your steps and find nothing,
Look down at your feet and find nothing,
I hope you’ll turn the brightness down soon, its a little too much for me right now,
nothing
is definitely a little too much for me right now, anyways.