decoherence

looking out the window

every destination is passed

blurred faces hang from trees

ripe and tempting unattended

cookies fresh from the oven

still soft with passion

.

you will lay your head

upon my lap

but never shut your eyes

.

she said

.

produce is picked

callused hands boxing

shipped displayed

sold ingested

without

catastrophe

no garden withers

nor appetite spoiled

nor any serpent

brought to bear

this or any weight

.

should i close my eyes

i would never know

if the fates

maintain the veil

between this world

and the next

.

she said

.

parallel linens dry

the sun burns eight minutes ago

complicit to our future need

shaping gentle breezes

which cause them to touch

blessings mistaken for bane

until all the water is gone

until the light fades

before morpheus

cradles us gently

.

should you close your eyes

you would never know fear

.

she sighs