zenzilla

confused in the guessing of your mathwork
it's too late to be early saying words

sAys do be me says dont or if everything is i
then i am or what is speAking other then

then the eyes not windows to black space are
tools for the moon to float your grin in my wallway

tools to color and if not then window and then whAt
what is speaking and then what is eyes other then

i need your name said a few times at night with the window
open cold or crisp or complete darkness around me

there is space and there is darkness and there is
your need you have wAnt to need and there is cold so there is

i question i answer i poem i nothing i fall through
because you are beautiful is not the meaning of air

or i too romantic to not need and there is i
left so then there is memory and there is i isnt

to be this nothing is a far away floating grain
waiting to explode from dust to a billion human things