copper square revival

in a room temperature world
in a valley, in the sun,
we were destroyed & born & born again
w/ frenzied infatuation & golden good looks,

extracting the heavy metals from our bodies
takes patience & time & time again
we hurdle disappointments, we traverse
canyons of doubtful desire,
we champion silliness and good measure,

life between these mirrored walls
is complicated, all the fun we have sticks
to our ribs, a slow sedimentation,
a delightful march toward obesity,
enlightenment & optimal health,

we sing to our content in stillborn languages,
we walk through hotel lobbies, untouchable,
under faux-precious chandeliers, we brighten
the hallways and elevator shafts,
we grace the evenings like the whole damn thing
was built just for us,

two fit for a dream for one, admittedly,
but evident, to no objection, we carry on
on weekday evenings, in working fantasies,
while my heart begs for a padded cage,
& dances on airplanes & rental car rides,

all the way back home, over so much empty space,
to personal routines mapped out in slopes & pentagrams,
there are beautiful worlds, and then there are the spaces in between,
where shades of celestial splendor cast shadows over everything.
these are the spaces most worth falling into.