.old.world.arumble.

If we should lose power tonight, remember the storm overhead. The ancient gods of old worlds and dilapidated peoples rumbling overhead in thunderous discontent. And hey, who wouldn't be? Forgotten and tamed by science, in all your enormous entirety.

It must feel like being a genie,
crammed back inside the
lantern of neglect
granting not
wishes, but shallow skin
deep warmth, enough
to smoothen goosebumps

So if the power goes out tonight, perhaps the sky will once again be visible, and we can pay heed to the cantankerous chatterboxes overhead, nostalgic for the old days,
when the world
and all that is in it
was still huge,
stretching beyond our trusted horizons.

promise

i can see myself anytime, but you
are another thing altogether.
when you left on business, extravagant
China, then Germany, then anywhere
that wasn't home, i thought
i'd never see you again, that
those cut-glass eyes
had seen something better.