u May!

if you wish to fly anything besides a kite
fly not yourself –for it may inflame the skies
Kites are quite, so do electric birds- they have exhaust vents
But if you do, you may burn the blues of evening
And the light of morning- would be
A gust of smog- and no peaches and the plum be seen

it’ll dawn on me for I compared

a living conflict to the innocent machines

and kites dipped in the colours of butterfly milk
Oh come on now, lie down
But forget not to tie those beings
to the lids of your eyes
for in your sleep
you may experience the levity
the buoyance over the mundane spree
And you touch all without being touched
Your intestines safely packed in the knit of your bones
But you- your reach shall beguile
The truth of flying
Just leave one string attached to my nerves
So that if you wish to fall in
You may smoothly drift down
Without bruises of reality- without
Disturbing your absence
In your leftover body