sometimes if i close my eyes i can see constellations made out of spilled salt

crystalline universes made out of the earth

i think we eventually all end up exactly where we came from.

the universe just might be round.

we're all rotating

i'm rotating

in a geosynchronos orbit around every little thing that can make up

the night sky above our blanet and port wine

sweet-dumb-beautifully-drunk

i will hold it up above the city lights

and every thing that i've just left unsaid

will be put on display with clearly marked labels that you can use to define it

but please don't define it because words set limitations

unless you leave them open ended

i like to leave the screen door of these words open

so if you need to you can get back inside

incase you've forgotten your key

or a cardigan

because it's relatively cold outside

winter in ontario is crisp as fuck

and i almost make a crystal clear realization

every night when i walk my dog

i almost make sense of every little thing

at 10:48 pm.