The Ghosts of Jay MillAr (7 page)

After the rain no one's still day. Quite

so nowhere. It's a mind ever goes.

Even the rain felt straight down to strike the surface.

Ninety degrees of the lake.

Notes on Flight

here

love them because

here they are

not here

every being faces

many directions

with a face

to the sky

my wife sleeps

her head

the top of it

points up to

them hello

miles and miles

away

east night first

then western crackle (&

the greens become several shades

of blue, music obviously)

layered in the orange

orchid tufts going

to sleep

no moon

almost present

a sliver to speak

as it shares stars

with shapes and

shifters

the quiet

songs

cloudsex:

soft lightning

stroking the wet

gas light

feel them

moving in the

trees

jokes on you in the morning

when they aren't around it's you

who aren't so asleep or breathe in

the open eye
WAKE UP

the feather ere

ates connexion

turbulence, a

worl(d) wind

the mind read

ily accepts

collage/com

pression in

time

mine breathe

you say yours can do anything, mine

mine breathe

if there are none look to the horizon

to see something of them, time held

on a refractory note until they gather

for you are inside the chest not the

head but in the chest where you are alive

look deep into their soft barricades

Float/Set