Evaporating, the face slid, eyes first, into oblivion.
A cloud of a mouth opened, spilling
blue words like soft rain, inking into a waking dream.
Sleep. Rest your head in the grass.
Let wanderlust guide you
from the edge of hard things,
ignore snapping mouths of decision,
unlock yourself into a stagnant life.
Pause. Slip out of duty like a loose shirt.
Hide from the biting hum of time. Click.
Let sing-song slippery wings whisk you,
weeping into flight. Escape, escape.
No one but you knows this place, its dark webbed corners,
where mind weaves absence and regret into cramped stillness
whispering, Wait. Let the leaves fall into another evening.
Of all that’s undone, there is none tonight left to do.