here’s where it all begins
starting it off at the end
and when it’s over start it all over again
when the red king wakes up we’ll be reduced to dust
and be left with fading photographs
they could never measure the brilliance
they could never travel the distance
from here to the top of the sky, light of the sun to my eye
i’ll stand on the edge of the world, bend with the curve of its globe
i’ll stare until i go blind, the point that we fictionalize
lately all the leaves are torn in two,
and the waves will come crashing out lies
no fire in space
