may the slightest light

and may the slightest light start a fire

take up these someone other's signals in the smoke,
consider them whispering away
may the clouds fold unto the carpet fibres,
cause heaven to roll into bedrooms
and hold everything that gravity's only thinking of keeping down

there.
the inside worms climbing trails
where i imagined trees and canopies,
there are no birds there;
they feel safer where they can't be picked at

along they drag
swallowed emotions in stone
they scrape, rake,
i pay them less attention
and wait for the slightest light to blaze between my shoulders