acid mt. fuji

my room is dark, save for the glow

of my computer screen

& i'm moving to music

moving with music as if

i were no longer human

but a verdant leaf or hydrangea

or a pile of dried earth that lifts & twists

with each burst of hot wind

i touch

the air behind the air & finally

remember the space

between my lengthy dreams

and you weren't there

as you had previously always been

& perhaps

this was simply a chance

to be the person i was

before

before

*Published by Skyway Journal on 4/24/23