Not the razor nor the stars –
never the stars. Your proximity
should be a window but not
as wondrous as a very red apple.
beneath the porous night roof.
But food for the little one’s unicorn.
But the lazy sighs of emergency mushrooms.
Goodbyes should be sweet storms.
Start learning in the school of night and quiet.
Never sleep in the same bed twice. Remember:
Sadness does not make for a good ladder.