collapse

lately my heart pumps three neutrinos,
switching flavors in each chamber,
but within my head beats
every dark increasing Why
like a twilight drum,
starting lips
throat humming
a rasp stretching
against the freezing air
and though my hands say go and come
my eyes spin and stick
to the terrible thought
that the joke of all this information
will wrap us in amnesia wind
and disrupt the onioned dream
of overcoming unreal cities
for love.