Sweep me off my feet.:he said.
This was different.
The difference between breathless and breathlessness.
I could set fruit on you.
I’ve been dreaming of restaurant work. Not stress dreaming.
The other night I was seating songs on the dining room floor.
Color swirls and wave patterns that
you could not
visually perceive yet
you still see
And, they made hummin’ noises.
Dreamy little lilts that were not parts of the songs they represented.
I just got off a great yawn of a breath.
Imagine the inconceivable: you say.
Well,: I say: gladly, assuming you recognize
you have requested i prove gödel’s sentence g
[trans. The very constructs of the query are technically
impossible to prove by the rules
enlivening the question as reasonable to me.]
I look up and
my neck cranes over my left shoulder,
to shudder and squint into the sun.
The moon will be in its place soon enough.