Sundown

I liked the idea of melting into melting into melting,
it reminded me of infinity,
and that reminded me of immortality

And at the intersection of day and eve,
I found my octarine,
doing a wonderful waltz with the likes of the Fata Morgana

I thought the Fatas were only for morning,
but they like to come out and play

This was a beautiful,
nightly bleed

and I was ever grateful for our encounters,
you and me

I could never look you quite in the eye,
but one day,
I heard you whisper under the clouds,
that you could see right through me

And when I went to sleep,
at magic hour,
I lay my head on a crisp pillow that I took from someone else,
and I thought of the fatigue of my hollowed insides,
and how this was no one's fault but my own