The 365 Project

my barn is full of stars
pitched up high with
blankets of blue and
green glowing strange
sequins and when it’s
cold i see my breath
and in the breath-dust
are spelled out the words
i can’t seem to say
letters spill out like
a vaporized soup backlit
by the barn-glow that
the neighbors know
isn’t quite right but
later at night i return
to the blue blankets awash
in the radiance of my
celestial secrets each
within five points of right
removed from their seas
of night there with me
burning into me dreams
of olden days and days
yet still to be seen
the light is bright and i have
lost sight of all that isn’t
night and the pretend joy
of all i ever wanted to be
and see is there forever
shielded by universal dreams
never meant to be or be seen
by the likes of me and here
everything is everything
seen and unseen

bhagiti 10.2.07 perrysburg, oh