And I’m wondering: would I be able to teach you to perceive the world in poetry, to express wheeling galaxies in terms of ducks on the river in the morning, grey but glinting if you quint your eyes just right;
could you learn to see the pattern of ferns sprouting from rusty floor grates equalling supernovae and the force of volcanoes on distant worlds, learn to map out energy trailing sparks behind your eyelids as lightning flashing through time, catching it in letters fleeing memory in the fragment of a moment it takes from resolving to write to putting a hand in motion, syllables dissolving into colliding, multi-coloured stars at the mere attempt of speaking them into existence outside the lattice of unspoken metre, their rhythm felt solely through through thumping hearts of ideas waiting to find forms that fold in origami dragons around the creases of connected strings of paper, wound up into endless loops of multiverse concepts fanning out into all possible lines, breaking in impossible places, in all of them at once, while staying whole, tangled into cassette tape knots when lined up for enunciation, unfurling into multidimensional peacocks’ tails displaying the grids of sliding consciousness, scaling liminal walls into soaring states of lucid wakefulness, sitting still in tower tops as new math appears, numberless but filling the gaps in pages upon pages of sky, falling into wandering cellars, moving sideways, on angled planes shining in moonlight desires of tasting strange beaches on asteroid resorts, imperceptibly ambling into gemstone-bright trance of repetition, words and words and words, and
worlds and worlds of metaphors, two-sided, shining and new but all used up until dulled to boredom and not so new altogether when you turn them around, a copper penny under a stumbling tongue, twisted around branches of disappearing corridors full of suns, purple and green and yellow and impossible rainbow darkness, and stumbling feet as you search for paper, keys, anything to capture your descent into
lines, too flat to hold what you see in mosaic vision