I had this dream the other night that some object in outer space had been reflecting radiation onto certain people: just dissolving them painlessly into light.
It was a brilliant day, and I, an old man, was sitting on the dock looking over the blue, waiting for something to happen.
As my feet started to burn away, I thought
Yes, this is it. This is the way to die
And by then the rest of me had gone, and in my place there was a little more light that day.
people hiding in the house / s they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h countingendlessly endlessly / up an
He can see kids glowing in the kitchen,
Hands sticky with sweet gossip,
Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he,
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on,
Do you feel your head unspooling into the universe?
The strings are fraying at the edges,
irreparably stained with the stardust at the ends
Of the many worlds you stretch across.
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