circling in

a few times, the correct phrasing
ultimately divides, a cold raisin,
splayed open in the fingers
of a little rambling song
someone listen! undo
the creases of your mind on that
soft green pillow
a light, pale, unnatural green
like the green of the florescent
eco-demons, traveling
in droves though an only semi-parallel
world, a cheap digital imitation
of reality, stripped clean of emotion
and repercussions. A bat flew in,
and the boys all smiled,
music, making a play on
the back of her neck, light
and some vibrating sand on a plate;
golden, reminding you
of her, the way she spread out
and open underneath the sun, like
a field on a hill. Startled, the
animals all scurry off and fly up
depending on their form,
and you are alone, except
that we are never alone.