Minor-planet moon      I thrum
Melodies of salt      When too tired

I sleep      The sleep that is not sleep
Then I see the hues

Of stars      If memory is call
And response      I am holding

The limitline      Facts have feelings
You are saying it’s not new      Or interesting

Human consciousness      Projected here
Wanting light splattered on the sweet

Panic of abstraction     You are correct
For you      And for the form

Of desire flung      Like a graduation speech
Feelings have facts      Yet from the leaves

You can’t taste a tree’s age
Tears help      Expel anxiety

I am the non-erratic teacup on this ride
You want me to want      To be

A planet      Or to want to peel
That loquat’s perfect skin      Or to be

Surprised by lust      I don’t love my
Asteroid      But I do love being

An amateur      The voracious loneliness
You can probably place your own planet

In that couplet      Or over there
With the transient water      And everything on its way

To green      Trails of adverbs
Hitting the atmosphere     I want you

To see     The light of what
We will have been