Harry reads 'The Holy Forest'
a light-like opiate glee
unless I tune you in.
the room & it's tall forms
clang ceilings in the tinsel
like old snow remembered in a poem
& reduced into gems I couldn't see.
remember? a crate that held
a thousand gorgeous emblems
all of them baring almost all your names
to wait
is a shrill device
what is this nuisance, matter
I say I know you, noumenon
phenomenon is not
the god's spiteful karaoke
'it's what you hear
in another's ear, an exacting noise
you love most
faint from supplications
housing meager limits,
dreams & dream's attentions'
'at this point to be clear
we should kiss'
boyhood staring physics
& to finally find I had space