Carpet Scraps

Your geometric patterns
Don't fall in with swelling lights.
The rhythms are identical.
Look closer.

Voices in the static
Following my conversation.
Evidence is circumstantial.
Look away.

I would ask you to stay,
Stay with me another day,
But the sun is going out.
The light is burning up.

Falling from the floor
To taste the gilded rafters.
Dancing through the accidentals.
Take a breath.

Human-colored raindrops
Roll across my budding tongue.
Expansion is temperamental.
Let it out.

I would ask you to stay,
Stay with me another day,
But the sun is going out.
The light is burning up.

Mourning is in doubt.

Drawing such inspired air
Into your closely-tethered lungs.
Friendship so coincidental.
Open your eyes.