it is a
holiday
filled with dim blue realizations
lost somewhere in the creation
brushed aside
decked
folded into an empty pocket
a grid of ancestral plastic
a gift of divine providence
wrapped by mortal fingers
she wears herself
quietly
lost
an icon on an overlooked calendar
simaltaneously greeting and escaping one mysterious
pursuer
dark and wet were
the buildings
beige symptoms
to locate
the
eyes
all around

when all was calm
she planted a planet that grew from this one
when the smaller orbit ascended
she refilled the crater from which it sprung
with missing soil
staring up
she laughed at her influence
thinking of the old man and his new body
and the day he came to her
remembering his voice
give her the instructions
incognito