"Idiotomatic"
I understood
like a machine;
the smiling fool,
like walking in two,
into the wind
and carrying a candle.
The words cross
your lips.
Speaking tirelessly,
like benedicte
was a curse.
It's like going through
the looking glass
as they were flooded windows.
Reaching down,
pulling up.
Gabriel open your arms,
Adonis, close the window.
Living in static,
living in stasis.