rune

decohered, reduced to my essence

every version of myself looking to the left, to the beginning

to a two-year old with a book

lexicographically inclined

but tumbling down the slope

distended in time

why this huge appetite

you cannot subsist on rune alone

your belly is engorged

your pupils are dilated

the enlargers of your heart

haloing light onto precious hippocampic halides

this is what’s right

you’re not coming back from this one, kid

you can never come back

you can only go forward

runes written on your forehead

revealing you before you can open your mouth

eyes moving like krishna with bells around his ankles

blued like mountaintops in the distance

faded from the hues of your earlier performance

who will let you be new?