a vacancy sign lights--
a new moon hangs on my sighs;
by the naked eye, the rim of my smile,
all the rest, missing for an innumerable time.
blooms beauty in infinity when gazed upon infintismally;
my eyes wandered too long in the ink between stars
and I have not looked quite the same since--
or so says my love
in the distance, across plains, deadened by dust and debris --
before long, caught in gusts of my unrelenting rain;
call it a wash,
these efforts against the monsoon;
on the other side of the storm, guileless, green grows;
still, unto the black dome
I unswallow the fullest moon,
and all is bright, all is bright for now.