vishnu becoming a big boy

i suppose she was

as faithful as her choices

as her environment

and as her belief in the heavens

that are distantly away

from the malignancy in me

and my suppositions

*

relationships are funerals in the making

in their eventual unmaking

for either it ends at the end

or prematurely

torn

wrecked

wondering what life is left

*

vision is weak but reflection strong

showing me what i could be

if only i could be

envisioning i

*

i have become breath

creator of words

because like the universe

doing for doings sake

just in case someone ever said it didn’t try

i know only life

that is missing in between my finger tips

stretching out for filling space since the beginning

that was good

and can be made great

with my breath

before i cough