So it started off as if something was wrong. It started off like a set of ice cubes settling in a glass, cracking, crackling, shifting. It started off without a smile on my face. It started out with so many things that I thought could never happen. And it did. The ice continues crackling, reconciling with the tall glass for silence.
It’s something that never really seems to settle like a language, like punctuation that leaves things wondering and wandering. The twinkle of this star makes up the same crackling, the same unsettled motion of ice across time, against glass.
And now, now, this is where it all plays in slow motion…slower, slower yet, where your eyes come into this scene, where all of you is a dream, but your eyes come forward, connected to your kisses, connected to a cocktail napkin, where I sleep just to find you.
I wake up to find you and the ice cubes, no delusions, a melted mix of the haunted past. And if I could ride on such a thing, stirred up and agitated, erupt forward and upward out of the glass onto the table, melting away, melting away into you where it all leaves me as a dream to where I search for any hint of you, a smell of the fragments of voice, the strands of hair, to where I find something to remind me, this is more than a context, more than chemical reactions.
It is waking and knowing; this is where I want to be.