#166 my barn is full of stars

my barn is full of stars pitched up high with blankets of blue and green glowing strange sequins and when it’s cold i see my breath and in the breath-dust are spelled out the words i can’t seem to say letters spill out like a vaporized soup backlit by the barn-glow that the neighbors know isn’t quite right but later at night i return to the blue blankets awash in the radiance of my celestial secrets each within five points of right removed from their seas of night there with me burning into me dreams of olden days and days yet still to be seen the light is bright and i have lost sight of all that isn’t night and the pretend joy of all i ever wanted to be and see is there forever shielded by universal dreams never meant to be or be seen by the likes of me and here everything is everything seen and unseen bhagiti 10.2.07 perrysburg, oh